Little old ladies who dress up in freshly pleated pants and crisp coats seem so sweet and innocent but then they sit next to you on the train and then say very softly "It's so nice to get to sit next to someone who doesn't weigh three hundred pounds and take up the next seat!" I just kind of awkwardly smiled as I realized what she was saying. What do you say to that? Especially when you look up and there is a four hundred pound guy sitting kitty corner. I could only hope that he didn't overhear her. And it's not really fair since old people shrink anyway. There must be something that happens when you reach a certain age where you censor just flips off. My grandma does it now. If you tell her you got a haircut, she asks when you're going to grow it back. Ahhh, old people.

In other Chicago news, I have been following the R Kelly trying superficially but I must say, my favorite piece of info that somehow evaded me in the massive media coverage was the song playing on the infamous sex tape: EVERYBODY BY THE BACKSTREET BOYS. That alone should send this whole thing to mistrial. Why would R be getting in the mood to the Backstreet Boys? Really? Really? What about I BELIEVE I CAN FLY? Good thing I wasn't called for jury duty.That piece of evidence alone would have broken the case wide open for me.