The shop guys work on fixing my bike and offer me a cup of coffe while I wait.
I walk to after-school tutoring. One day the students read some of their writing for everyone. Everyone laughs at a 7 year old's story about a milkshark. I am proud because I sat next to her as she wrote her sentences without help.
The Blommer Chocolate Company makes two blocks of my commute to work smell delicious.
Sometimes I see other women biking to work, but not usually.
The Walgreens cashier speaks Spanish or English, depending on the customer.
The coffee shop that was replaced by the Bank of America two years ago just reopened, and everyone is happy.
Anyone who doesn't get to the yoga studio 20 minutes early on Sunday probably won't get a spot (that's because it's free).
I get lost walking home from the grocery store even though it is less than a half mile away.
At the Damen L stop in the mornings, the CTA worker standing by the turnstiles reminds me of a circus ringmaster. "Next downtown train approach in less than one minute!" And everyone scurries to make to the platform before the train comes and goes.
My neighbor has a typewriter. He sits at a table in his black-and-white tiled kitchen and types wearing his bathrobe.
I buy my fruits and vegetables from a store that only sells fruits and vegetables.
A man on the bus spit shines his shoes.
The cafe downstairs frequently burns coffee.