13 September 2011
6 dear metra rail, hey! let's be friends.
the primary side-effect of my taking the train to paris for the day is that i now have no problem taking metra trains.
and by "no problem" i mean i'll do it. i'm not implying that it's an endeavor without angst. i'm still so intimidated by the prospect of purchasing tickets that i conduct this transaction with an actual person rather than a machine because i doubt my own instinct to catch the metra going the right way. and i still worry about the indiscrimate signage, assume i'm standing on the wrong platform and then second-guess that the stop heralded as "next stop: "wmweriohaipdrnaaaaa" really is, in fact, mine.
but now i just deal with it. and this has opened up a whole new world.
a magical new world that the people who live there call "chicago" and which we chicagoans refer to as "the suburbs."
suddenly a host of exotic destinations are within reach. winnetka? totally. elmhurst? hell yeah!
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