We were at a bar in Logan Square this past Tuesday, and there was a lull in the conversation between my colleagues Brian and Mike that I only listened to because it included the words "existentialism" and "Kierkegaard" (hey, I work at an encyclopedia company).
I then chose that opportunity to (very seriously, unfortunately) ask the following question regarding a sign I have seen around town, which was reprinted on cards sitting around the bar:
"So what I don't understand is why I have to choose between a dog and wearing socks to be a true Chicagoan?"
To which my (very cool and very good-natured, thankfully) colleague Mike replied, "Um, Erika, they're saying you have to choose between the Cubs and White Socks."
"Oh, well, that makes sense," I replied, burning with embarrassment then laughing it off. "Maybe the library should have had a better artist."
Yeah, that's it. It's totally anything other than I'm a complete idiot. Luckily in spite of this, my colleagues still want to hang out with me again. I'll just smile and nod during the "did fish truly evolve from tetrapods?" debate.
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