Day of the Rabblement, pt.2

(First installment was two years ago.) I'm always happily shocked when I spend a few days outside Chicago, as I did last week in Cedar Falls, Iowa.  The women there smile at you and it even seems like they want to.  I grabbed a bite at a Taco John's and the young lady even struck up a conversation with me.  In those few minutes as I waited for my 3 hard-shells, I felt as if I had known her for years. A young lady (friend of a friend) I had never met even offered to give me a tour of the town while the person I was visiting finished a workshift. To Chicago's credit, the rabble Trixies aren't everywhere, but limited to 'hoods like Lincoln Park and Lakeview.  And let me not get ahead myself here: rural sweethearts still prefer a strapping trucker. And even though they're wearing attitude shades more and more these days, it's nice to know that the fairer sex is out there, somewhere.