
Pay close attention to the picture. The face you see is the one that pretended to be a teenager in efforts to get sympathy from Metra officials (metra it a transit train in Chicago).
On Thursday April 9th I set off to my girlfriends house for the Easter holiday weekend. My 11 year old son and I got on the Metra train and I took my cat, bubbles. Not a problem right? I get on the train and I take her out of her travel case, that conductor tells me that I have to put her back in. All gravy! So I put her back into her case and continued our journey to the other side of the world it would seem.
Running short on time my son and I scurry over to Union Station. Hind site it 20/20 I should have left a little earlier to make a more seamless transition from one train to the next. I am trying to make a train to Grayslake and time is short. In our haste I decided to forgo buying a ticket in advance and I decide to pay on the train. I go to get on the train and the guys tells me that I can't bring animals on the train. I tell him the I had her on another train. His response was and I quote "I don't care what you did on the other train, you can't bring it on here". My response was and I quote "shut up (waving him off with my hand) I ain't trying to hear what you are saying". So, I proceed to the next train where the conductor there tells me that I indeed can't bring bubbles. I start in on the same story that I had her on the other train and he then sent me to the ticket office to get approval.
Off the the ticket vendors I headed, bubbles and kid in tow. When I get to the window I pulled the wild card of agents. This zany chic starts to do what she calls the kitty dance in her booth (WTF). My only thought is how can I work her over zealous personality to my advantage. I elected to revert to childhood and pout. I am sporting an Afro-puff hair style and little to no make-up. She assumes that I am a kid and the my son is my little brother. Desperate to get on the train I didn't correct her. I tell her I don't know what to do and I can't leave my kitty. So, she saunters off doing the kitty dance to get someone higher than her because I told her of my problem. Five people came back to the window with her, none with the authority to approval Bubbles.
(FLASHBACK) as I was going through the turnstile this short guy opened them up and said "gotta make a path for the Queen". I smiled and headed to the ticket counter. (BACK TO THE STORY)
The 5th person to come up is the guy who flirted with me... Oh yeah, I see my in. I keep eye contact with him and pull at his heart-strings. He then tells me to follow him. My son kept an eye on where he went so after I finally purchased the ticket(I was over charged for my kid) we headed in that direction. My son attempted to have me head in a direction that led outside to an area that just didn't set well with me. So, we waited until he came back in. When he came in he gave me the beautiful cashmere coat hand crafted in Italy(BONUS). He told me to wrap the coat around the cage and don't make eye contact with anyone... he proceed, when you get on the train get on the 1st care you come to and head to the tail end of it, shove the case on the floor and keep it covered with that coat. I started to the train and he called me back gave me his card and said if I got stopped he didn't tell me anything. Long story short a really nice Metra dude (who shall remain nameless) tried help me smuggle my kitty on the train.
So, I get in the hall with all of the conductors who saw Bubbles before but I just kept on my path. I felt the heat from them starring. I kept going. We got on the train and I did exactly what he told me to do. Finally on the train I was just about to sigh a sigh of relief until the conductor from the train got on. I started talking to my son saying absolutely nothing. He asked me if my sugar was low LOL (no I am not diabetic). He headed in the other direction looking high and low literally. When he gets to my car I try not to look at him and he comes right up to me and says "where's the cat". I totally froze unable to say anything. Then he said "oh she is covered, okay just keep her covered". Talk about nearly having a cow... I now know the feeling.
Once the train started moving I felt better so I called the nice guy and thanked him. He then told me the conductor on that train was a friend of his and he asked him to look after me. He did just that he checked to see how I was every 10 minutes. The woman next to me realized what was going on and offered me on of her mini bottles of wine. I gladly accepted!
And that was my train ride from hell.