Scene: Reopened Long John Silvers in Lincolnwood last night:
Someday the feels find you in strange places.
As I’m eating, in shuffles in a very old, clearly mostly homebound lady (rocking an actual housecoat!) pushing a babystroller that has a beautiful chihuahua sitting in it. Her son helps get her seated. He’s wearing a CTA mechanics uniform and he’s clearly come from work.
He sits her down, goes to order, gets all the sauces and stuff and comes back and sits over.
Conversation goes like this:
Mom: I love coming here, thank you for bringing me my son. I love coming here with you.
Son: I know momma, I know.
How did these goddamn onion chopping ninjas get in here?