Cack!!

There's nothing quite like running out to get lunch and coming back with a sandwich all hot and steamy and stopping under the El tracks to wait for the light to change and having a pigeon SH*T all over you. Nothing.

I went and bought a new shirt after I washed my hair out in the bathroom sink. By that time my sandwich was cold and reheated just doesn't taste nearly as good.

My advice: Avoid the El tracks over Wabash. There's a woman there that feeds those dirty birds, so they like to hang there. I think I'll cut through the Palmer House from now on.