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There is nothing better to do on a saturday than to drive to Chicago and people watch at the O'Hare international arrival gate for an hour. My family is not very good at gambling. We figured that since Amtrak was booked up, my sister would need a ride. After leaving several voicemails on her cell phone, my bother, my father, and I set out to Chicago. By the time that my sister called home, she was an hour and a half away from Battle Creek on the train. This was half an hour after we had given up and left the airport.