Hey, know what's fun on a Monday morning? A fire in a warehouse next to the L closing down service. Yep, can't beat that for excitement, especially when you're on the train when the close order comes. Whoooo-eeee! It don't get much better than that.

We were forced off at California/Lake, not exactly an area where you'd want to standing around in the dark waiting for the CTA to get its act together. At least this time there really were shuttle buses waiting when the passengers evacuated (unlike several years ago when the Orange line was evacuated and we ended up walking from the warehouse district to the Loop because the promised shuttle didn't show up). On the way downtown the bus went past the fire site--3 alarms!!!--and Harpo Studios before arriving at Clark/Lake. I walked the rest of the way and made it to the office with 10 mins to spare.

Then I noticed I had ripped my nylons. Grrrrr. Back out in the cold to walk to the very busy drugstore. Hello? There are at least 10 customers waiting in line for one cashier. Do you think maybe one of the three workers chatting with the manager behind the counter could, oh I don't know, open another register? It's effing rush hour: get to work!

After escaping Lazy Drug, I decided I deserved a treat, so I went to Fourbucks for a maple latte where the baristas corrected my order--"it's nonfat milk, not skim"...WTF? Gimme my damn caffeine Ms Corporate Dictionary!--and made a macchiato instead of a latte. Now I like macchiatos, But. That. Is. Not. What. I. Ordered. And don't give me attitude when I insist on getting what I paid for. Next time spend more time making my damn drink correctly than trying to train me in corpspeak, m'kay?

GAH!

Is it time to go home yet?