Today I braved the snow to walk the corner deli, and was surprised to find that the streets were lined not with the typical Chryslers, Fords, and Toyotas native to the curbs of my neighborhood, but a sudden migration of lawn furniture.
Sadly no, this was not the precursor to an Eskimo block party. Apparently, this is how Chicago folks illegally mark their parking territory when their neghborhood gets shat upon by Old Man Winter. And the chairs are everywhere. Bravo, folks. Thank you for introducing me to a new level of stupid, and a comfy place to park my ass in the zero degree weather. At least until Mister Magoo needs his spot back.
-Beer: Honker's Ale