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The Blatherings Of A Blitherer

…at 47th street.


I’m doing passenger counts this weekend, and today we were on the South Chicago train. It was pretty uneventful in all. Our final trip inbound, there was a wedding party (bridge, groom, bridesmaids, I didn’t see any groomsmen but they were probably there) on the platform at 47th street, taking photos. We pulled in, people got off, people got on, the wedding party stayed there (you can rent CTA trains to drive you around the city, possibly with a bartender, but I don’t think Metra offers a deal like that).

As we pulled away, the engineer came on over the intercom.

“Who does that,” he said.

Everyone in the train started laughing.

“They said they wanted to be original.

He paused, then spoke again.

“…at 47th street.”

It was a beautiful day for a wedding.

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