I just saw a tall, sort of hygienically-challenged, but has potential to be cute-if he wasn't so slimey looking gentleman in a black suit with a blue collared shirt, walk by my table at macaroni grill in Chicago's O'Hare. Now, I people-watch a lot, and I see some really interesting things. But, this guy definitely caught my attention.
Here he is, walking along (probably to get a seat at this very same restaurant), just happy as can be. Why is he so significant, you ask? Well, he has a very large GAPING hole in his shirt, exposing his entirely too large and really hairy belly-button.
I hardly even noticed that specific and unfortunate malfunction in his wardrobe....what I noticed was his canter, his "hop" in his step, the smile on his face, and the determination in which he did all of those things. I feel for him so badly. In a few minutes, someone is going to laugh at him, or point and giggle, or maybe even call his attention to it. THAT moment is why my heart goes out to him. He is going to be so ashamed of not only not noticing the problem, but of his hairly and overly large bell-button. Poor fella.
From there my mind went on and on. What if this guy dresses like this all the time and no one tells him? What if he has a wife that always says, "Oh well, I love him for who he is..."? What if he owns his own company and is about to sit down with an interviewee. What if he's like, the dirty kid in class and just doesn't care? Hmmm...
K-time to eat. Signing off now...from O'Hare.
Lindy
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Front of the hotel - it was such a pretty place.... Had a really nice room too!
The butter was a little chilly at dinner. Thought I'd try and warm it up a little...with the fancy mood candle. My co-worker took this of me, without me really knowing! I was really set on eating some of that butter on my bread!! 

