Yeah, I know I wrote about not finding any volunteer jobs available at the DNC this week befitting a man of my ilk. And then I did, thanks to friends who were diligently looking for similar volunteer opportunities rather than griping about it through some random humor blog. I somehow missed a great job that was described to me by a guy who traveled all the way from Philadelphia to volunteer. He drove delegates around in a golf cart in cavernous McCormick Place as they caucused. Who doesn’t like driving a golf cart? I’m sorry I missed that gig.

But volunteering at the United Center moved me to try the CTA Blue Line elevated train which stops close to the UC. Ew, public transportation, right? It was immaculate!

It looked better than I did as I put forth a strained smile while struggling to take this selfie.

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