The Commute

So the new commute to the city has provided its share of "blogworthy" items lately.

Smells

• The train station I go to is right next to a Pepperidge Farm plant. On my walk to the station in the morning, I usually smell bread baking.
• When I get off the train in the city, I usually smell raw sewage on my walk down Canal.

Sounds

• I was on the train yesterday and there was a couple on the train. I couldn't tell if they were brother and sister, or office spouces, or what. I was delighted when the guy began randomly quoting song lyrics:

  "Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain't got time to take a fast train."

• He began to sing (seriously...in a packed Metra car) "Amazing", and then proceeded to explain to his sister/office wife about the, ahem, double entendre that is the title of Aerosmith's greatest hits album, "Big Ones".
• After his painful American-Idol-job on "Amazing", he moved on to singing Enrique Iglesias. I think he was trying "Hero", but he substituted the word "Angel" for hero.

By the way, I think I can "Name that Segway" in 3 steps:

• "Aeroplane" from the Joe Cocker lyric -> Aerosmith -> Aerosmith sang "Angel" -> Messed up Enrique lyrics.

Sights

• Yesterday, I saw a woman who was seriously wearing Acid-Washed Jeans to work.
• I noticed a few weeks ago that I would see a guy walking down Wacker wearing fantastic colored suits. A good mental image would be Batman's "Joker" as played by Jack Nicholson. The suits are purple, lavender, or rust with massive orange plaid. They are all three-piece, and the jacket always has tails. I decided that I needed to put my camera phone to work, so I've been trying to get a picture of the guy, who I have dubbed "Willy Wonka". Below is my first successful attempt at capturing the spectacle that is my walk to the train after work:

This, by far, is one of the tame suits. Hopefully, there are more to come.