Best laid plans gone awry by the six-suitcase woman
A Tattler tale from Susan:
It's crucial that I make my bus connection at Sheridan and Irving.
So last week, I got to the bus stop one day and there was a filthy woman, covered with layers of clothing in the 85-degree heat, with six suitcases. One large canvas bag had what appeared to be bundles of pantyhose.
She was standing in the middle of the road, racially ranting about "white Mother F***ckers on the North Side. You won't never catch me on the Jewel on the North Side. Don't wanna see anyone who's doesn't look like them. Don't want to hear anyone who don't look like them. And another thing, you won't never catch me in no park on the North Side."
It was an horrendous racial rant. It was awful. It was incessant.
Finally the bus came, but when I saw she was getting on that bus, I just let it go, thinking that I had saved myself an unpleasant 30-minute commute.
I thought it would be worth it, but I had to wait almost 20 minutes for the next bus.
And then when I finally got to my destination at the Six Corners, late for work, there she was, sitting on the bench, with her luggage, still ranting about the various injustices that she had experienced on the North Side.