In case you were unaware, I have a psychotic addiction to Arby's. I tend to eat it about three times a week. I could probably eat it for three square meals a day and be snug as a bug in a rug. Anyway, I missed getting Arby's for lunch at work today and was jonesing for a Junior with 2 packets of Arby's sauce by the time I got home. I have never seen an Arby's in my neighborhood, so I looked in the Yellow Pages and found one nearby. I hop in my car and drive over there. And I don't see it. So I pull in to a parking lot and look at the address again. I turn around. I count the numbers. And then I realize. Arby's has been turned into luxury condos.
Sometimes I hate Chicago.