PaulB wrote:
Come on, the Orange Line is actually kind of nice. The Blue Line isn't bad. I avoid the others like the plague. (And mostly the only reason I take the Blue Line anywhere is because I live near the Addison stop, otherwise I probably wouldn't do that one, either) The Orange Line is nice, though. Too bad it doesn't go anywhere.
LOL!! ! Orange Line = I need to get to Midway, otherwise, I'm never in any type of situation where I'd need it. Blue Line = I need to get to O'Hare or (once in a blue moon) to someplace in Wicker/Bucktown; otherwise, see above. Brown/Purple Lines = not *too* disgusting, thank goodness, as I need one or both of 'em every weekday for the final leg of my journey to work. Red Line = the necessary eeeeeeeevil that I must endure EVERY DAY in all its stinking, disturbing, surreal grandeur, for work and otherwise. Sucks to be me!
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