Meet Me in the Middle

My hair has been out of control for a while. Today after work I dropped by the local haircut chain to get a trim before catching the train back to Oak Park. The woman who cut my hair did the usual chitchat. She asked where I lived, and I answered "About 35 miles east of here." She told me she lived about 35 miles west of here. Thirty-five miles west?!?! I didn't realize anybody lived that far out. That's cornfield country. She was telling me about the annual farm festival or something. I could've told her about the overpriced old houses, crime, and pollution (I kid, I kid), but I just said I liked the ease of getting into Chicago. Then she mentioned the American Girl store in Chicago, and how her six-year-old daughter loved going there, and I mentioned how Kelly looked forward to taking Julia there in a few years.

A nice little conversation, and the haircut wasn't bad either.

Update: It's confirmed! Kelly approves.