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More Chicago stories;

So back in the 90s, 4 of us decided to go to Chicago for the weekend on the spur of the moment. There was a small motel I’d always go to right downtown. Inexpensive and not too bad, but there was no availability at the last minute.

We tried another hotel. No availability. Decided to use the phone in the lobby, and the phone book to start calling. No availability. No availability. No availability.

Finally found a place that said, “Yes, we have rooms available”. “Huh, price isn’t bad. Radisson’s a good hotel, right?”.

So we look at the map, and start heading South on Lake Shore Dr. “Ummm… we seem to be heading quite a ways South from downtown…”

Finally get to the right exit. “Nice. The hotel is right off Lake Shore Drive”.

Walk into the lobby, and check in. As we’re headed up to our rooms, “Hmmm… just an observation, but our group are the only ones that… aren’t like everyone else in the whole place, Staff and guests?”

After putting our stuff in the rooms, we decided to head to Chinatown for dinner.

“According to the map, we can either get back on Lake Shore Drive and head North to this exit, then head West to Chinatown. Or we can just head West from the hotel, and take this street that seems to go North straight to Chinatown. Let’s do that”.

Within two blocks heading away from Lake Shore Drive, we started seeing shop signs with bullet holes. “Ummm… I think I know why the room prices are so reasonable. We don’t seem to be in a very nice part of town”.

After dinner, we headed to some Blues bars, then back to the hotel. As we’re hanging out in one of the rooms, chatting, we hear BANG… BANG… BANG…

Ken - “Are those gunshots?”
Me - “Yup. And that’s not 9mm. It sounds like a friggin .44. If we hear 3 more shots and silence, that would confirm my guess”.

BANGBANGBANG… ***silence***

“Yup. 44. Hey Ken, stick your head out the window and see what’s going on”.

“No way! I’m sleeping on the friggin floor! Good thing we’re checking out tomorrow!”.

The next week, back in class, a nice older classmate asked, “Did you do anything fun over the 3-day weekend?”. I said, “Yeah. Went to Chicago with some friends. We stayed in a hotel in… uhhh… I think it’s called Hyde Park. Gunshots outside the hotel”.

Older lady (40s. Decided to go back to school) said, “HYDE PARK?!!! Are you crazy? I’m black and I won’t go to Hyde Park!”. Ah… noted. We figured there was a reason the rooms were cheap.
 
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More Chicago stories;

So back in the 90s, 4 of us decided to go to Chicago for the weekend on the spur of the moment. There was a small motel I’d always go to right downtown. Inexpensive and not too bad, but there was no availability at the last minute.

We tried another hotel. No availability. Decided to use the phone in the lobby, and the phone book to start calling. No availability. No availability. No availability.

Finally found a place that said, “Yes, we have rooms available”. “Huh, price isn’t bad. Radisson’s a good hotel, right?”.

So we look at the map, and start heading South on Lake Shore Dr. “Ummm… we seem to be heading quite a ways South from downtown…”

Finally get to the right exit. “Nice. The hotel is right off Lake Shore Drive”.

Walk into the lobby, and check in. As we’re headed up to our rooms, “Hmmm… just an observation, but our group are the only ones that… aren’t like everyone else in the whole place, Staff and guests?”

After putting our stuff in the rooms, we decided to head to Chinatown for dinner.

“According to the map, we can either get back on Lake Shore Drive and head North to this exit, then head West to Chinatown. Or we can just head West from the hotel, and take this street that seems to go North straight to Chinatown. Let’s do that”.

Within two blocks heading away from Lake Shore Drive, we started seeing shop signs with bullet holes. “Ummm… I think I know why the room prices are so reasonable. We don’t seem to be in a very nice part of town”.

After dinner, we headed to some Blues bars, then back to the hotel. As we’re hanging out in one of the rooms, chatting, we hear BANG… BANG… BANG…

Ken - “Are those gunshots?”
Me - “Yup. And that’s not 9mm. It sounds like a friggin .44. If we hear 3 more shots and silence, that would confirm my guess”.

BANGBANGBANG… ***silence***

“Yup. 44. Hey Ken, stick your head out the window and see what’s going on”.

“No way! I’m sleeping on the friggin floor! Good thing we’re checking out tomorrow!”.

The next week, back in class, a nice older classmate asked, “Did you anything fun over the 3-day weekend?”. I said, “Yeah. Went to Chicago with some friends. We stayed in a hotel in… uhhh… I think it’s called Hyde Park. Gunshots outside the hotel”.

Older lady (40s. Decided to go back to school) said, “HYDE PARK?!!! Are you crazy? I’m black and I won’t go to Hyde Park!”. Ah… noted. We figured there was a reason the rooms were cheap.
That lady sounds pretty racist
 
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To be fair, I don’t believe that any of them could be over 25 years old.
Like, you’d probably have farted it out in about 10 years, for sure.
You know, when my pants or shorts wear out, my wife usually tells me that I farted them out.
But I don’t think that’s possible.
But if I had been wearing something for 25 years, I’m pretty sure it could be farted out over that time.
 
To be fair, I don’t believe that any of them could be over 25 years old.
Like, you’d probably have farted it out in about 10 years, for sure.
You know, when my pants or shorts wear out, my wife usually tells me that I farted them out.
But I don’t think that’s possible.
But if I had been wearing something for 25 years, I’m pretty sure it could be farted out over that time.
Or scratched them out.
 
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