Walk a mile in my underpants

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You can tell a lot about a neighborhood by the graffiti on the bathroom walls.
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The Greek Omelet sounded like a good choice at Tavern on Rush.

But it wasn’t a good choice. It sucked. The spinach was watery. And they didn’t cut it up, so you’d get these big wads of wet spinach. Also, it was bland.

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There’s a coffee shop in Chicago called the Bourgeois Pig. They make a terrific breakfast burrito, generously stuffed with scrambled egg, onions, cheese, bacon and sour cream.

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I don’t know what I was thinking booking a 6:50 am flight to Chicago.

Probably “6:50’s not that early.”

But I forgot about the “you have to get to the airport 2 hours early part.” So I was up at 4:00 am.
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