I'm a Travelin' Insurance Man

I'm on a three-day whirlwind insurance tour of Indianapolis, IN, Schamburg, IL, and Merriville, IN. Oh, how did it come to this? Didn't I escape this lonely traveling salesman life for a more stable existence in NYC? Teach me, Schamburg, for I am weak with weariness and you must hold some answers. Last night I ate at The Cheesecake Factory. Oh, The Cheesecake Factory, you are such a ridiculous attempt at chaining a high-end restaurant, with your fifty page ad-filled menu and your oversized portions and your seasonal pumpkin cheesecake! I swore never to eat at you again, but in Schamburg, IL I did. You are the sign of how low I have sunk. Oh, you have made me exclaim "Oh" three times in a single post, four if you count that one in quotes.