chicago is so queeny ....

Where do I even begin? Today has already been quite the day and it's not even half way over yet!! I was up at 5 am this morning to get ready to catch my flight to Chicago. Unfortunately there are no direct flights into Syracuse so I have 2 flights this morning. Currently I'm sitting in the Chicago O'Hare airport at the Chili's restaurant having a beer, a sandwhich and a good laugh. The flight in was just fine (aside from the fact that the dude next to me had raging breath that I could smell the whole flight - I tried to not breathe, turn the air way up & turn my head the other way, nothing really worked) no turbulence or problems at all. It was actually an awesome flight - the clouds were spectacular today, so fluffy and beautiful; I dont remember the last time I have ever seen the clouds in the same way.

Now back to the laughing - I'm sitting near the bar and am close enough to hear much of the conversations occuring between the wait staff & the bartender, whom is Spanish speaking. There are a couple of servers also Spanish speaking who walk up to get their drinks, chuckle with one another in Spanish like no one else around them has any clue what they're saying. I'm far from fluent but I definitely understand enough Spanish to get me through & every other word out of this bartenders mouth is 'pinche' (a.k.a 'fucking') - lovely. That's not the point in me sharing this story though .....

I sat down at this table way in the back after the hostess so rudely asked me, "just one?" What in the hell does it look like lady - 'No! Party of 10!' The server who approched me was of Asian descent and never once mentioned her name. Let me mention that I was very prepared for her as I knew that a giant Bud-Light sounded beyond amazing.... I found something to satisfy my hunger & patiently awaited someone to approach the table as different servers had skimmed past the table about 10 times without saying a word to me. Finally came the woman whom I discussed before. She never asked how I was, introduced herself or mentioned any lucnh specials - instead she said, "oh, are you ready?" I said yes, ordered by beer and my sandwhich (sans tomato) and she walked off casually. She came back about 5 minutes later with not only the beer but the sandwhich as well - hmmmmm. Here's the kicker - not but 4 bites into the damn meal, she came back and said, "how is everything?" Before I could even respond she said, "I am leaving to take my break, I will be gone for about an hour & so is it okay if I drop your check down?" Oh the best part, she already had the reciept printed. Aggitated I reached for my wallet, through a $20 down and told her to just keep the change, but bring me a reciept. Really? You're going to give me the check and then leave when I've barely even began my meal? You could have let someone else take the damn table. I didn't want to leave her $4, but I didn't want to ever see her again - I was & still am a bit irritated. I kept the reciept to turn in for reimbursement & definitely had a laugh when the servers name turned out to be Queeny. Really, queeny? Aaaah the humor in the small things!

So that's that - I'm in O'Hare about finished with my beer & am gooing to walk towards my gate. My connecting flight into Syracuse isn't for another 2 hours yet but I'm going to make sure I'm ready, the last thing I need it to miss a flight!! I'm sure I'll write more tonight, I'm all by myself in New York until noon tomorrow.

Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho it's off to the gate I go, with my lap top bagged and my suitcase rollin' - Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho!!!!