One of the few acceptable reasons for a 3:30 am alarm is an extra night in Chicago.
An upside* to a middle seat is the warm comfort of two strangers surrounding you while you read The Secret Life of Walter Mitty by James Thurber.**
A consolation to an indirect flight via Atlanta is the book and cafe shop in Terminal B called Cafe Intermezzo. Surrounded by walls of various paperbacks, little wooden tables and chairs fill up the interior. It's my favorite place for an au lait or cappuccino and a croissant if you have an hour to spare.
* I'm stretching for this one. There really are no consolations to a middle seat. None. Unless you are giving either the aisle or the window to your love as an act of unconditional devotion or as a trade-in for a foot rub.
** Let's be realistic. The book is 32 pages. That's enough reading for the ORD tarmac territory if you're lucky. It's a good read, but a tiny bit short.
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