I like Chicago, but I don't think Chicago likes me. I seem to have terrible luck every time I go there.
On my trips to Chicago:
On my trips to Chicago:
- a bird shit on my head while I was waiting for a train
- I lost a CTA card with $20 on it on the first day I was using it
- I drove 6 hours from Columbus to Chicago for a job interview only to realize I forgot the suit I was going to wear
- I got mistaken for a drug smuggler on I-90 while driving home to pick up said suit
- I have a job interview that goes incredible until the very end when I managed to insult the religion of one of the interviewers.








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