On my way to Boston in August I had to lay over at O'Hare.  You've adequately described how dreadfully dull the airport is, unfortunately for me I was supposed to only be in the airport for about half an hour, but one delay led to another and eight hours after I was supposed to have left O' Hare I was finally in the sky.  I was so bored I tried to drown myself in the mens restroom sink, but no, I was apparently meant to suffer.  I hate that airport!