I was 16 when I visited O’Hare. I was supposed to change planes to head back to Atlanta here (coming back from Boston) and it was really a nightmare. My flight from Logan had been delayed and then at O’Hare I was told my flight might not even make it. The man at the desk didn’t seem to understand why I had to make it home that night (16, extremely exhausted and alone in Chi-Town) and told me a cab wouldn’t be able to take me to the Four Seasons hotel if my flight was cancelled. If it hadn’t of been for 4 wonderful fellow Georgians I befriended at the airport I wouldn’t of made it home that night safely. They took care of me, watched my stuff while I slept, put me and my bags on the plane (without waking me up) and make sure I got off safely. Thank God for people like that because the staff at O’Hare wasn’t very helpful. The Cinnabon store also would not sell/give me a cinnamon roll even though there was one left because it was past closing time (nothing else was open and I was starving). Haha. So my first experience was not a great one, but I’m willing to give it another chance!!!