mea culpa
A second ago, I was given the choice to either charge CTA President Ron Huberman for his foregone massage or reschedule it free of charge. In retrospect, I feel I've betrayed myself and my publicly transported brethren by deciding on the latter. Tonight, as we wait too long in solidarity for both the #72 bus and the northbound Blue line train, I'll hang my head in shame.
On a lighter note, who knew Ron Huberman was gay?
On a lighter note, who knew Ron Huberman was gay?