I’m sorry about the crappy picture, but I took this years ago on a trip on the Chicago subway system with my wife. Chicago has the best public transportation system in the US in my opinion. It is easy to navigate and doesn’t smell like piss at all.
But we ended up sitting across the aisle from this little button and speaker on one ride and my wife was fascinated by it.
“Could we really talk to the driver?” she asked multiple times.
“Uh, sure…” I said. “Don’t touch it.”
Which, of course, was the wrong thing to say, because now all she could do was stare at. I watched her lick her lips and reach out toward it.
“Don’t touch it.”
“But…”
“You still can’t touch it,” I repeated.
“But I just imagine a little train conductor sitting behind that grill waiting for someone to touch the button,” she said.
You have to understand that my wife and I both have very creative imaginations and tend to let them roam on occasion. Our travels are almost like improv theatre at times. We let ourselves get crazy. So, I proceeded to play along.
“And do you know what he’s going to tell you?” I said. “Don’t touch the button!”
Yeah, people were looking at us weird, which I think is an accomplishment in Chicago.
She still wants to touch the button.
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