Yep. I've lived in Chicago 7 years. I have never done this before.
Last night, on the bus (of course), I was reading my new book. It isn't even that interesting, but still.
I looked up as we turned the corner at Belmont, and knew that I had about 5 more stops.
Turned the page. Kept reading.
Turned the page. Kept reading.
Turned the page. Kept reading.
Turned the page. Kept reading.
(I am a speed reader).
Looked up and I was 5 blocks (3 stops) past my stop.
Uhhh...yeah. Pulled the cord. Laughing, mad at myself, and making a ridiculous display of shoving offending book into my bag as I descended the steps, I sheepishly got off in unfamiliar territory. Walked the five blocks south back home. Embarrassed. (Though not sure exactly WHO I was embarrassed in front of).
At least I didn't snooze through my stop, as I know one fellow Chicago commuter (who shall remain nameless) does on a regular basis. I'm too afraid of what would happen to me in public if I slept on the bus.
I'd for sure be the one that would wake up, a la frat house, with magic marker on my face.
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