So there I was one fine night. Kurt had just dropped Sandy and I off near the door to the Red Lobster out at Lincolnwood Town Center, so that he could go park the car.
Sandy and I amble towards the entrance. The door to the restaurant opens. A man steps out, a man with long flowing hair, a beard, wearing a white robe; he crosses the parking lot and walks away. That's right. Jesus eats at Red Lobster. (Unless he works there -- I mean, think about it. What a way to hold down your costs if you run a Red Lobster... hire Jesus, give him fish.)
Long-time residents of Chicago may know the fellow in question; he rides Metra in from the suburbs dressed as Jesus and wanders downtown Chicago.
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