So, I was driving home from ACWGF’s house and came into the city at the height of traffic before a baseball game. As I turned onto Pratt I noticed a bumper sticker that I’d seen on my morning commute a few days prior. It was a black Volkswagon with a “W” bumpersticker and “Bush” sticker below that. I simultaneously thought, “Damn Bush supporter,” and, “Huh, this guy must live down here.” Immediately I found myself raging against the locals, and rooting for the Jetta driver. You’ll find this a direct contradiction to this post. He was making the moves I’d have made were I in his position. This guy KNEW the city. He was one with the flow of traffic. And for 20 blocks or so up Calvert Street, we moved as a unit. I was united with a guy who on a previous morning was the target of my ire, and we caught every light from Lombard north. That’s quite a feat. 27 blocks without having to stop for a light.
I got over my feelings of unity quickly, though they are still close to my heart, (explanation for another blog about that last cryptic sentence) when I thought that if I told this guy what I just typed here, he would probably call me a knee-jerk Clinton apologist bleeding-heart, and then tell me John Kerry is flip-flopper, ask me why I love the terrorists, and why I hate America. Cause Republicans play to win. Take no prisoners, make no friends. Honestly, after a 27 block run, I would have shaken his hand and ask him to have a beer with me if I wasn’t so sure he would have killed me and used my skull for whatever drinking ritual they have at their Bush orgies.
Off to kickball.
