I grew up in northern Indiana and went to college and worked in Chicago for many years. I have taken buses and trains to get where I was going since 1974. I remember early South Shore train seats that were woven wicker and the windows opened because there was no air-conditioning. Yes, grasshopper, I am ancient.
Master’s Daughter and I took the “new” South Shore train from the beginning of the line, in South Bend, to Chicago. It was either, a two hour, one hour or three hour ride, depending on what time zone you were going to or from. I believe in actuality, it took two hours. They have air conditioning and bathrooms now. And, during the day time, off rush hours, they have children; lots and lots of children.
But, first you had to park your car and put a dollar bill or change in the right slot of the box. Okay, now we were a wee bit tired. This is not rocket science and, between us, we have over eleven years of college. We drove by the pay box, decided to park first (Yes, I know, that should have been obvious.) and then walked up to pay.
After using another quarter to push the quarters in, Master’s Daughter pushed the last quarter in with a car key. Then, we read the sign, “Use a key or the pusher attached by a cable to the box.” OKAY, the rest of the trip should be a breeze, after learning about the pusher. The result is the above laugh.
We were waiting with a group of people for the train to arrive, when a school bus pulled up. The energy in that station raised by fourteen knots. The elderly couple near us began to shake and we all headed for the door. Frankly, I think the strategy should have been to let the children board the train and then walk to the other end for our seats. We met someone, coming home that night, who was in the car with the children. Apparently, it was not a pleasant ride. Most notably mentioned was children playing in the bathroom.
And this is what we (and a sleeping chick at the Museum) looked like at the end of the day.
All the other chicks, in the incubator were sleeping laying down but this guy was standing up sound asleep. My mother has done this a time or two also.
Even so, Master’s Daughter and I have decided this “June girl’s retreat” really needs to be an annual event. Last year, I went up for her Master’s Graduation. This year it was for the Harry Potter exhibit at the Museum of Science and Industry. We are now looking for something fun to do next year.