we had never been in midway airport in chicago. it had been a long day and we wanted to eat in a regular restaurant. i had in mind the seafood restaurant at national airport. as we walked through the terminal harry caray seemed to be the only sit-down restaurant. there was a line which i hoped was a good sign. at the entrance were several dower appearing wait staff who were writing down names. i left my name and joined the waiting crowd. i went back and asked if there were menus to look at. one of the hostesses silently and expressionlessly handed me a menu. i thought to myself, ‘not a good sign’, but as i scanned the area again, it was either this place or fast food. after about half an hour, our name was called and we were offered seats at a high top table in the bar area. i requested a regular table in the dining area and was told it would be a few minutes. near the door was a table for two that was clean and ready; a nearby table had a handicap sign on it, but this particular table did not. i did not say anything. we watched the hostess seat several people at tables for two in the dining area, so i asked if we had been forgotten. the hostess replied, ‘yes’ and apologized and then sat us at the table that had been ready all along.