File this under strange urban experiences

Yesterday, walking to my car after a good day of productive work at the cafe where I blog over non-fat sugar-free vanilla lattes and delish homemade hummus, the wind was picking up. There was a winter storm warning, which promptly arrived in the wee of hours of this morning. Yesterday afternoon, though, it was cold but still clear.

I was feeling happy. I had an appointment downtown, got word about a professional opportunity that would be a wonderful way to kick off the New Year, and I was dressed up in a new favorite sweater, a denim mini-skirt I rediscovered in the back of my closet, thick matching tights and the embroidered cowboy boots I want to wear everyday. I was on my way home to see Bruce and Lil E, settle in for a night of Grey's Anatomy and taped catch-up TV from our Thanksgiving trip. I was feeling like a Sassafrass and all was good.

Enter a homeless guy from the neighborhood who I often see selling M & M's at the intersection by the cafe. I smiled.  He too usually has a smile as people pass him by and seems pleasant, even as drivers wave off the candy. Yesterday, he was just walking down the street and as he passed me by, he yelled out,

                "Put some pants on! It's cold outside!"

Ummm, thanks for the tip?

Dude, this is Chicago! If you can't tough out a skirt in December, you may need to hand over your Midwestener card.

And since when is the M & M guy handing out fashion citations?

That's city living, I guess. A good day stopped short with one very bizarre opinion blared out at you, right in the middle of the street.

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[foodmomiac]

OK, I figured it out. We are meeting at this cafe you speak of. I haven't had great hummous in months.I take it they also have wifi? dreamy...