People who ride the CTA are strange
But, of course, you knew that already. This morning, while waiting at Washington after getting my latte and muffin, a 30-ish bald black man wandered up to me and asked politely how tall I am. I quickly processed his question for danger or freakishness and found none, so I told him I'm about 5-8". He said "Then I guess I'm probably about 5-7"?" I agreed that he was probably right, and he thanked me and went away.

I can just see it: his girlfriend said to him on the phone, "Yes, you can come see me, but if you get here and you don't know how tall you are, we're THROUGH!" Glad I could help out.
- posted by Diane @ 11:05 AM