Today's, that is, as opposed to that of any OTHER day of taking the CTA.
Tonight on the red line, carved into the window, it said, "GET YO ASS ATE 773-234-5678." (Um, obviously I forgot the phone number.)
I wanted to take a picture of it, but I was sitting next to some guy, and it wasn't clear to me if he would:
a. think I was a weirdo (I mean, I was already KNITTING for God's sake, so I was probably already damned in that regard)
b. start a conversation about getting yo ass ate.
I'm not too keen on either one of those options.
You know, the CTA really provides enough fodder for its own blog of humor, tragedies, travesties... (Notice I didn't say anything about stories of redemption or inspiration. Because it does not provide that.)