Amtrak Adventures, Day 1:

Man, people are fucking disgusting.  There's no direct train from New York to San Francisco, so I had to take a nineteen-hour trip to Chicago, transfer, and then straight to San Fran.  Over the course of that first leg of the trip, that bathroom devolved into madness.  Seriously people, how are you not capable of flushing?  It's a huge fucking button.  Every single fucking time I was the one who had to rid the bathroom of their shit.  And it's one of those forced-air airplane toilets, so there's no excuse for shit to still be in the bowl.  What the hell is wrong with people?

Chicago's Union Station is their equivalent to our Grand Central, but they fucked it up.  Whereas our station is bustling with people coming and going, theirs is completely dead.  For some inconceivable reason they removed all the ticket sellers and announcements from the main hall and put them down in some tunnels off to the side, so I was able to take great pictures of the high ceiling and such because no one was there.

Finally, I'm trying to figure out if this week was the annual Amish convention or something because Union Station was inundated with them.  I couldn't look in any direction without seeing a person wearing a bonnet or sporting a long beard.  Also, did you know that the Amish really fucking love grilled Cajun food?  They practically mobbed the place.