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		<title>Life&#8217;s embarassing moments</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was a kid in college. A friend was returning from a visit to England, and she has a stopover in Chicago.  Swain that I was, I decided to surprise her with a personal welcome-back-to-the-US greeting. So without consulting anyone, I hitchhiked across Wisconsin to Chicago. This was back in the mid 1960&#8242;s, so it [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was a kid in college. A friend was returning from a visit to England, and she has a stopover in Chicago.  Swain that I was, I decided to surprise her with a personal welcome-back-to-the-US greeting. So without consulting anyone, I hitchhiked across Wisconsin to Chicago. This was back in the mid 1960&#8242;s, so it wasn&#8217;t as impossible or foolish as it would be today.</p>
<p>Anyway, I arrived at the Palmer House hotel, where my family had taken me on a trip when I was in sixth grade, so I had some affection for the place. I stopped in the men&#8217;s room, and the hand towel dispenser happened to be empty, revealing a sign asking the reader to notify a bellhop for a refill.</p>
<p>I stepped into the lobby and spotted a uniform off to one side, so I went up to the gentleman and announced that the towel dispenser was empty.</p>
<p>He looked at me like I was nuts and said, &#8220;So?&#8221;</p>
<p>I explained that the dispenser had a sign, etc. etc. Thinking to myself that I had heard about city folk being rude, but hadn&#8217;t believed it until now.</p>
<p>His lip curled involuntarily, and he said, &#8220;Who do you think I am? I&#8217;m an airline pilot!&#8221;</p>
<p>Oops. I turned around and walked out. Never did connect with my friend, either.</p>
<p>Have you ever committed a gaff on a trip? Click the comment link below and spill your guts.</p>
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