March 30, 2009

I was working on a post about how it seems like every movie made is adapted from a book, but then I had a really weird day, so I’ll save that post for another time.

I got on the ole’ x49 today, to head down to work, and just south of the O’Hare Blue Line stop, this woman started acting all weird. She was making strange guttural sounds, and waving her hand around, and stomping her foot. I thought she was just another bus-loony. Then a man nearer where she was sitting said, “she’s having a seizure.” Well, duh, yeah, as soon as he said it, it was clear that she was not just another bus-loony, but was in fact having a seizure. The guy told the driver, who pulled the bus over, and called EMS.

By that time the seizure was over, but the woman still couldn’t quite function. Another express pulled up behind ours, and everyone got off to move to the new bus. Before the 2nd bus even pulled away, a firetruck and ambulance arrived. I have to say, it made me feel pretty good about dear Chicago. It really wasn’t more than 7 or 8 minutes before the EMTs arrived – and not 7 or 8 minutes from the time they were called, but 7 or 8 minutes from the time The Helpful Passenger first diagnosed the problem. Good on ya, Chicago.

So, fast-forward some 3 or4 hours, to about 1:45 in the afternoon. I had finished teaching and was heading back north on the x49. Guess who gets on? The woman who had the seizure! The red streak in the dark hair of a middle-aged woman is easy to remember. Plus, in case there was any doubt, she had cotton taped to the back of both hands. She seemed to be doing fine, which was nice to see.

So, she gets off the bus a few stops later, and a few stops after that, so do I. And then I start walking to job number 2. And this guy goes running past. With big floppy hair. Big floppy hair? Running? In this neighborhood? Big floppy hair? It’s… it’s… it’s… it’s BLAGO!!!

What a weird day.

P.S.: The obligitory “it’s-a-weird-day-scratch-and-win-ticket” did not win. Bummer.

–Tobias Amadon Bengelsdorf

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