The bad manner of Chicago
As I got off the phone with a man working for a Chicagoland newspaper, I shook my head and realized that the phone call had confirmed my suspicions about the rudeness entrapping Chicago. My current task in my Brown County Convention and Visitors Bureau internship is to update our media database. So I called this fellow, explaining who I was and asking if I could have a moment of his time to verify some information. Expecting a polite "uh-huh" on the other end, I began to read his contact information to him but was interrupted by a loud, nasal snort.

