567 W Lake Street
Chicago, IL 60661
(312) 664-7200
I suppose I knew it would come to this: the CTA. Throughout history, epic tales have been written about great antagonists. Superman v. Lex Luthor. Batman v. The Joker. John William. v. the CTA. Yes, the CTA is my arch enemy and one day I will destroy it.
In the years I have been riding the CTA, I have come to terms with an 11 minute drive taking 40. I have found some peace with the fact that running for a bus means the driver WILL pull off that much quicker in an attempt to leave you behind. I try to remain calm as I walked the #22 route from Andersonville to Lincoln Park and NEVER.SAW.ONE.SOUTHBOUND.BUS! The same thing happened as I walked from Lincoln Park to the Loop. I almost crapped my pants when I saw two thugs beat up a Chad whose only fault was having a mouthy Trixie as a girlfriend (said gf was the reason Chad got popped). I felt for the young woman who was pick pocketed IN FRONT OF THE CPD and nothing was done (Roosevelt stop, Red Line). I channel my inner chi as I stand in sub-zero temperatures, without cover, as 30 mph winds attempt to cut me to my very soul waiting for a bus that is 35 minutes late. I put a smile in my voice when dealing with CTA customer service reps who would care less about giving you the right information or answering the phone in a timely manner. I very nearly lose my isht when I see Richard Rodriguez (and Ron Huberman before him) on the news talking about an organization he is so woefully ill-equipped to run (gotta love Chicago patronage; Rodriguez has had a different job every year for the past ten years and Huberman was a BEAT COP! He didn't even have so much as a CTA card before King Daley gave him the CTA gig!). But I stay calm because I look at this as my training. Just as the Bride suffered under the cruel tutelage of of Pai Mei, so must I suffer and train under the evil of Richard Rodriguez and the CTA. Only then will I have the skills necessary to vanquish my enemy. You see, this is about more than me and the CTA. Bring on the House of Blue Leaves and the Crazy 88. No problem. I'll handle it. This is an eternal struggle of good v. evil.
Richard Rodriguez - I call you out. The hanky, it is dropped. Cage Match. Winner takes the reins of the the tattooed beast that is the CTA. I call you out too, Huberman. At least the Trib gave CPS (your new cush job) an F!
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