While in Chicago, we went for lunch at Navy Pier. What can I say? We were tourists. As we were lead to our table, one of the waiters stopped me and said, “I love your shirt!” It was my microformats icon shirt, and it turned out he had no idea what it was. He just liked it.
A couple of days later, as we were passing through security at the base of the Sears Tower— Carolyn’s pick for what to do that morning— one of the guards burst out laughing and, pointing to my shirt, said “That’s right on, man! I heard that!” The source of his mirth was my ALA “Please code responsibly” T-shirt, the one with the car-off-a-dock icon on the front.
It’s literally been years since I had a random stranger comment on a shirt I was wearing. Is there something about Chicagoans that they’re more conscious of other people’s shirts?