So one day not long ago, a friend of a friend (visiting from Florida) was riding around town on the El, minding his own business, keeping to himself in one of those little cubbies at the ends of certain train cars, when the inevitable happened: Some woman waltzed into the cubby, nonchalantly dropped her pants, and peed—right there. Right there in front of him. And while it’s not like this sort of thing happens all day everyday, these furtive little pockets of mystery-bacteria doom aren’t known as the “pee spots” for no reason. So next time you board a crowded train, shoot for the middle. Leave the clandestine public toilets to the unsuspecting tourists.
Best of Chicago 2012