Don’t Get Your Panties in a Twist

January 15, 2014 at 4:15 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , )

I spent Saturday at the Field Museum, where I was nursing a bruised hip and a bruised ego after successfully completing my first major fall on the ice this winter.  It happened right as I was getting to the museum so my pants were nice and wet, as were my eyes if I’m to be totally honest.  I tried to use the hand drier in the bathroom to dry said pants and the volunteer coordinator happened to walk in, prompting her to ask if I was practicing my yoga or ballet.  Very funny.  Anyway I sucked it up and made it through the day, though by the end of it I was ready to just catch to train and go home.  And if I had known what I was about to learn, I could have just foregone the pants altogether.

I didn’t take this picture but it pretty much sums it up.

Ah, the train.  There’s always something interesting happening on public transit and of course Saturday was no different.  I didn’t know it at the time but it was No Pants Subway Day and I was in for a treat.  Despite the weather in the 20’s, there were probably close to 80 people in the train station I entered wearing sweaters, coats, hats, gloves, scarves and underwear.  No pants as far as the eye could see.  There were all kinds of entertaining undergarments going on, from tighty whities to boxers to boxer briefs to granny panties.  When the train pulled into the station everyone cheered as they boarded, much to the bemusement and confusion of anyone who was actually wearing pants, myself included.  An older lady asked the pantless guys in front of me what was going on and they said that they lost their luggage at the airport, while a few guys I spoke to at my transfer point simply said it was laundry day.  They also said they were extremely cold, which was kind of obvious if you know what I mean.

Apparently the whole point was to just ride the train in their skivvies and pretend it wasn’t a big deal.  Mission accomplished, I’d say!  It was definitely entertaining and put a smile on my face after a long day, plus some of the eye candy was, shall we say, quite sweet.  Perhaps another similar stunt will be pulled when the weather is warmer?  A girl can only hope.

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May 18, 2011 at 10:42 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , )

I’ve been able to talk to my dad and he’s feeling better – we’re all still waiting on test results but since there’s not much that can be done until we know what we’re dealing with, I’m trying not to stress.  And since the daily grind doesn’t grind to a stop just because a loved one is sick, I’m still going about my normal routine.  Which of course means waking up early and catching the train to work.


So there I sat, enjoying a few moments of peace and quiet before starting another work day.  I had my eyes closed and was in that nice spot somewhere between dozing and being fully alert.  I was also enjoying some random thoughts and one of them had to do with public transportation (shocker).  I can’t quite remember if I blogged about how the train jammed a few weeks ago and caused a nightmare of a commute for thousands of Chicagoans but if I didn’t, I meant to.  No one was hurt and I managed to miss the headache by about an hour but it was strange because that same morning, as I was on that train line, I had wondered to myself how many times I had to ride it before being involved in an incident.  Statistically speaking, of course, not because I’m into that sort of thing.  It was a little weird when I heard the news later that day but I was just thankful I wasn’t involved.

Back to today.  One of my random thoughts pertained to coffee drinkers on the trains, as there are usually more than a few.  I’ve never seen anyone spill anything on anyone else and considering how jerky the rides can be, that’s somewhat surprising.  Roughly 3 minutes after that thought morphed into another, I felt something warm on my leg.  After quickly determining I hadn’t just wet my pants, I opened my eyes and saw some dude in a suit staring at me with real fear in his eyes as he apologized.  My reaction time was delayed as I was still in that semi-conscious state but I do believe I looked at the stain spreading on my knee in utter disbelief.  Before I could say anything to him, he ran off the train.

Luckily for me (and him), we’d been on the train about 20 minutes and the coffee wasn’t really all that hot.  Still – some stranger spilled coffee on me!  Not a great way to start the day.  It didn’t end up staining my pants but it did forever tarnish my perception of humanity in general.  Alright, maybe my reaction wasn’t exactly that strong but I cannot say I was pleased.  I’m also now scared of thinking random things on the train because they seem to come true.  Tomorrow I shall test this theory and wonder how often people find hundred dollar bills on the floor of train cars, but somehow I don’t think that will produce the outcome I want.  Although finding some money would allow me to buy a handy poncho for my daily commute.

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