Thread by @HeyChelseaTroy

Due to a series of airline mishaps I’ve been at MDW since crack of dawn. I usually fly out of ORD.

I realize my sample size is 1, but this is striking: I’ve overheard more casual homophobia in this one visit to MDW than in seven years of flying out of ORD. Like, combined.

Wtf?

I’m also not sure why it’s so trendy to hate ORD.

It’s a GIANT intl airport. I can count on my fingers the number of U.S. airports that face the logistical challenges that ORD does.

And, you don’t want to hear this: given what those challenges are, ORD does pretty good.

Let’s do the @MaryRobinette airport game.

Travel plans go well, you drink. Travel plans go poorly, I drink!

Beverage can be anything. I’m going with honey green tea for now, with vague hopes of finding a good latte when I get to Denver.

So far I’m three drinks ahead of you between TWO flights canceled and an overnight trip back to my house. I rebooked on a new airline in the end.

Here now. Trying not to get faces in photos without consent.

Flight is boarding. Take a drink.

I’m gonna have to pee the second the seat belt sign turns off. I’m already shifting from foot to foot.

…should I drink for this? 😬

UPDATE: I got an aisle seat and peed shortly after boarding. Take a drink.

However, the flight attendant was pretty annoyed with me because “we’re already four minutes late!”

I’m sorry, my bad. I definitely drink for that.

Wheels down, success! You drink.

That said, this is my first time through this airport NOT associated with an old ex. Her family lives here.

We ate at this restaurant together. I’m fine, but I confess I’d rather the memory weren’t registering.

I drink.

A TRAIN?!?! I LOVE TRAINS!!!*

*(contrary to the accusations of multiple repliers who com-puh-letely missed the point of the bus tweet heard round the world)

Take a drink.

LESBIAN SPOTTED ON TRAIN

TAKE THREE DRINKS

Morgan Freeman is missing his cue. I guess I drink.

Cannot find a single person that works here. Went in circles trying to find the train to the city.

Asked a man in a Broncos hoodie where it is. He says he won’t tell me unless I give him my number. I drink.

His tone changes considerably when I ask for a photo. You drink.

UPDATE: TURNS OUT HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE DAMN TRAIN IS

Is that me? We’ll say I drink for that.

ANOTHER TRAIN! And the fare is about 40% lower than my contact on the inside predicted. Take a drink.

HORSEY! Take a drink.

Weather is beautiful. I’m gonna get to wear my crop tops after all.*

Take a drink.

*jk. I wear crop tops regardless 😉

Gahtdamn it’s AWFUL pretty out here.

Take a drink.

Twitter, I’m about to have to find a contraption apparently called the “mall ride.”

Any tips?

Oh no; delay at Union Station. Something about trouble with the signals. I drink.

Found the mall ride! Take a drink.

Made it!

Final score: 10 me, 13 you. Good travel day! Finish your glass.

Once I find that latte, I’ll join you 😉