The chicken sandwich fight
We’re on the Red Line heading south from Howard around noon Saturday, the train packed with Cubs and Sox fans heading to Wrigley.
A 20-ish woman sits alone in her Cubs T-shirt, clutching a bag in her lap.
By Wilson she dials her cell phone:
“Hi. I’m at Wilson. Yeah, 10 minutes or so.
“And I brought you a sandwich.”
“Well, I guess if you really want to you can get a hot dog at the game.”
“But I thought you liked chicken sandwiches? And I even got it for you from Burger King.”
“OK, so I try to be nice and it backfires on me. Great.
“Yeah, see ya.”