note: this picture has nothing to do with what I was going to say, but when I googled "Chicago people," this is one of the choices I was given. So, that's another weird thing about Chicago.

The weird thing about the Chicago area is, despite the fact it's home to roughly 9.5 million people, everyone seems to know everyone around here (just like Sanford!) An example of this odd phenomenon took place last night.

I had driven with the girls into the city to have dinner with Dilf and two of his business associates, and we had to drive back downtown to pick up Dilf's car, which was parked back at his client's building. The client is Sysm, so ... yeah. Everyone knows everyone around here.

I wanted to wait and follow Dilf home, because I didn't have my cell phone on me and I don't trust Dilf's car to make it any distance longer than the end of our driveway. As I was waiting for him, parked at the side of the road, I see Nick and Al Gato walking through the corridors of the office building. It is now past 9 p.m., so this is a bit odd, to say the least.

I'm beeping and yelling, but they don't hear me, as they are inside a building made of thick glass. Luckily they exit somewhat near where I am parked, and hear me shriek "SEAMAN" at the top of my lungs.

To the delight of Nick and Al Gato, they do NOT need to take the 9:30 p.m. milk run train back to Downers Grove, nor do they need to take a cab from said train station because the buses stop running at 7 p.m. or some such bullshit. Instead, through pure coincidence, they happen to run into people they just happen to know, who happen to live right near them and can drive them home.

That is how weird Chicago operates.

For the record, Nick DID offer to run inside to grab my cassoulet dish when I dropped him off.