My home away from home

I am now starting my fourth year of working at Union. Since I started I can not count how many times I have flown through Ohare Airport. The first couple of times I went through I was in awe of the place. Millions of people travel through Ohare each year. The excitement soon faded and I experienced why people say that if you have time to spare fly Ohare. As I write this I am sitting out a delay. Usually I am not the most patient person. Some people have said that I have a temper. But when I travel I go into a different zone. I become alot more understanding. I realize that delays happen. Your luggage will get sent somewhere else. You will sit next to someone you don't want to. You will never be as comfortable as you want to be. So when I travel I have decided not to care about stuff. I will get there when I get there. So now when I go to Ohare I enjoy it. I can't leave Chicago until I grab two hotdogs from my man in the F concourse. Today when I ordered my hotdogs the dude looked at me and recognized me right away. He threw my dogs on the grill for an extra 30 seconds. He will see me again next week.