Back in Chicago

I arrived at the Greyhound station in Chicago at around 1:00am, just like the ticket said. I exited the bus as fast as I could and waited eagerly for the luggage man to come by and hand me my bag so I could get the hell away from the bus and get back to my nice (and hopefully warm) apartment. As I bounced up and down impatiently, a fellow passenger took a step toward me and excused himself. “I noticed that you were using a script-writing program.” he said. “May I ask which one you were using?” I told him about Celtx and how it’s been my program of choice for awhile now. I gave him a brief rundown of what it did and then we parted ways awkwardly.

There really wasn’t a point to this little story, but I figured I would share anyway.