The Death of Imagination

we spent an hour in ORD yesterday afternoon, and had lunch in a fake pub there ("Burghoff", amusingly, we thought of someone local when we aw that ...); but the interesting part was that I was being cruised hard by a cubby guy sitting in the corner. when I didn't return the interest he moved on to a lonely-looking middle aged woman sitting by herself at the bar.

and I thought ... REALLY? that works? post-911? I mean the logistics are staggering.