The Daily Commute (Part 2)
August 27, 2017
I witnessed something bizarre the other day. It was a typical Monday morning in August—a hot, sunny and congested day in downtown Chicago. My daily routine is to walk a quarter mile to my job from the Metra train station, and for the most part, nothing happened out of the ordinary.
My train pulled into the station at 9:25 am. I sat at the top of the last car—which was the closest car to the stairs. The train began to empty out, and I waited patiently for most of the people to exit the train. I then briskly walked to the entrance of Millennium Station and continued onward to Swanson, Martin & Bell—my place of employment.
Some familiar faces were walking in the same direction as I was toward the north loop, and once I crossed the intersection of Wacker and Wabash, I saw one of the strangest things I’ve ever seen. An older lady, maybe in her early sixties, was walking her dog. Well, not exactly walking her dog—she was pushing her small black dog in a baby stroller across the street. And I thought I saw it all when people started putting clothes on dogs.
The world is undoubtedly upside down when mass men and women are homeless in the richest country in the world, and dogs are chauffeured around in baby strollers. It seems as though more value is placed on animals than human beings. Just food for thought.