cblj_backup | (no subject)

I think I just snubbed Rahm Emanuel.

I didn't mean to do it. I was walking to the train, and my foot was aching from the cut and I had a headache and my headphones in and there was this guy, standing in the El station. When he saw me he came forward, smiling, hand outstretched.

Now, when a stranger does this to you in a public place in Chicago, generally they're either trying to get you to sign something or buy something. And while I am all in favour of signing things and buying things, there's usually an interminable sales pitch first.

I just wanted to get to my train.

So I did what I always do: I gave him a friendly smile and shook my head and darted around him.

About two feet past him, as I was carding into the station, I thought, huh, he looked familiar. I'm a little faceblind, otherwise I'd probably know whether or not it was, actually, Rahm Emanuel. But I think it was. He does the train-meet-and-greet thing a lot.

I'M SORRY, MR. EMANUEL. We'll do lunch, right?

The amount of facepalm, you guys...