Okay, so who wants to go to a Coldplay concert with me? There’re two to choose from — March 30 or March 31 — here in Chicago. I want to go. I believe tickets start around $42.00.
I don’t have much of anything to say, but am bored and feel like posting. Ergo, I will ramble.
People intrigue me. There’s a security guard who calls me “Cherry Teri” for reasons unbeknownst to me. On his breaks he comes behind the front desk and watches people play chess on Yahoo. Never plays, mind you–just watches. I find it odd.
Example 2: Every night, as I walk down the main lobby hallway on my way to the bathroom, I see an elderly woman sitting in the business center (glorified term for a smallish alcove with some computers and chairs). She sits in the same chair every night and sleeps. I assume her to be homeless because I’ve been seeing her for the past couple months. It doesn’t bother me, but I wonder why Security has never done anything about it. Sometimes I’ll get a homeless guy trying to exchange their coins for dollars bills and Security always kicks them out. I’ll just say that the woman is a ghost, and then I can have finally had an experience.