I just got back from the Daley Center, and the FBI Stop Raping My Wife guy (who I discussed here) was standing there in the rain with his sign (but not the big sandwich board). I left the building a little before 10am, and he was packing up — he probably figured that if he the 9:00 and 9:30 calls covered, there wasn’t much point in hanging around in the rain for the probate calls at 10:00 and 11:00, considering how many fewer people that involves. He’s probably a pretty good judge of the ebbs and flows of foot traffic by this point in his incomprehensible silent protest. So he’s got that going for him.
Sorry for the lack of a photo — I left my phone on the charger at the office.
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