Disgruntled, disheartened, and bewildered

While waiting for the train yesterday morning, a guy asked me if I had a cigarette. I said sorry, and he sat down and pulled out his phone. He said, "Hi, it's me. I just woke up five minutes ago, outside, and I didn't know where I was. I have never been to this neighborhood. I didn't even know the train stopped here! Yeah. I went to a party last night, then I wake up outside, and all my merchandise is gone..." By then the train was pulling up so I missed the rest of the conversation. And that man was Cardinal Francis George, Archbishop of Chicago. No no no, that last sentence is not true.

Still, my neighborhood, which is not that remote, has pulled in this kind of traveler before. (Link) This spot must be the end of some wormhole, receiving people somersaulting through multiple dimensions of space and time, only to crash here in the Chicago area, disappointed, disoriented, and far from home.

What the Tea Party Doesn't Know Yet - A Haiku

What's worse than losing:
Winning and then becoming
Gasp - an incumbent