But since you've had your fill of chili and beer, you're going to need a place to sit. Here ya go. It's Saturday afternoon, after all, and your companion needs to pick up some dry cleaning – work with me here – and do some banking. Oh look! There's a strip mall just across the street.

Cortland, Racine and Clybourn: Strip malls for, you know, shopping. Rating 9.2
It good to see that the suburbs are encroaching on the city in some small way, taking over urbanity with family values and strip malls. Rather than building a tall, skyscraper-esque building with multiple floors of goodness, it's refreshing to see a developer build horizontally, making sure all businesses are on the same level, quite literally. It's the kindergarten school of thought: We're all special and equal, and make sure to eat your fruit cup. This particular strip mall has everything you need, from a mattress store to an insurance agent and bank. Breathe in the crisp air of suburbia. Exhale.

But back to that dry cleaning. Your companion dropped off some shirts the other day, and they're finally ready. Just go ahead and pick them up, you say. I'll be there in a minute, because I just need to, you know, do this one thing. As soon as the door to the cleaner opens and your “friend” disappears inside, there's only one thing you have to do: Run.

The three-way of Ashland, Milwaukee and Division: Hailing a cab. Rating: 8.awesome
Let's hypothetically say you didn't want to talk to said companion anymore. Being the underhanded weak-willed person you are, you obviously can't say that in person, so you take off running. You need some transportation, fast, so you look for the quickest getaway route, and you're willing to pay for it. Call those cars what you like – a taxi, a cab, a hey-asshole-why-are-you-busy-oh-thanks-for-picking-me-up – you need to jump in one. Usually this isn't a problem in Chicago , a town that cabbies have told me has more than 10,000 of their kind roaming the streets, looking for fares, but one of every tenth time you're looking for one, there's nothing in sight. Karma's a bitch that way. Oh, look. The cab stand from the corner of Ashland Avenue , Milwaukee Avenue and Division Street has suddenly materialized.

So rather than looking up and down the street, trying to find a) an empty cab b) an empty cab on a Saturday afternoon and c) an empty cab on a Saturday afternoon that's actually going in your direction, you can waltz on over to a happy cab stand, conveniently located across the street from a small Indian bodega that once gave you a free can of Diet Coke.

The hypothetical intersection, final rating: 9.6.
Yes, this is the highest aggregate rating for any intersection section thus far in sixosix history. That tends to happen when you have full power over what that intersection is. Give your companion a pat on the rear, say it's been real, and get the hell out of there. Tonight, you need to remember not to drink like you did yesterday.