the prettiest girl in daley plaza!

thursday i went downtown to the daley center, a virtual hotbed of filing activity. i had to go downtown to meet a lawyer and get a check notarized. some of you know about my medical strugs, and this was related. this was all good things - one of my medical bills from a bum charge was reduced from 12 grand to 4, and i was to pay it in one lump sum. ga-goo!

it's scary to hand over a 4000 dollar check, especially when you're getting nothing back but um, satisfaction? - and of recent memory, this is probably the biggest check i've ever written. my friend gallen text messaged me during the process and dared me to write the check, hand it over, and say "BOING!" as i left. that made me laugh, and i have turned down no dare in recent history, so i did it if only for myself.

the experience overall was a nice one, because of a few things. to enter the gov't buildo, you have to scan your bag. a cop runs the machine, and as i was about to walk through, he said, "whoa, whoa - what beautiful eyes". i didn't hear him at first, so he said it again, and i think i nearly blushed. making me blush is hard, america, so i'll chalk it up to the fact that this guy was in uniform. he handed me my bag and i thanked him, then he asked if i had electronics in there. i said an iPod. he checked, then he whispered, "i just wanted a reason to talk to you longer". at that point, i maced him (with my mace shaped like an iPod!).

i went to a room inside the building where i think primarily people are either evicted or getting sued for something, and i'm neither. everyone behind the counter was over it. over it, to say the least. i walked up to the counter and gave this woman my check, and she droned on about what i needed to do, and i just smiled at her. "long day, huh?", i asked. she paused, then it was as if another person started talking. "i'm sorry to be so short with you, sweetheart," she said, "but i do this all day, and people sure are mad in here." i nodded, understood, and filled out my paper.

while doing so, a man walked up to me. middle aged, in a suit, carrying a briefcase. "you know what you're doing, there?", he asked. "i'll give you free legal advice."
"i think so," i said. "hard to say, but i think this stuff is nearly overwith."
he paused and looked at me. "heavens," he said, "who on earth would want to sue you?" he then smiled, and walked away whistling, twirling a cane. then an iris closed in and we faded to black. fin.

y'all, the lesson is it just takes a little sunshine! that's all!
i was wearing a polar fleece, for christ's sake.