Travelpalloza

What I thought was an average Monday night leaving Chicago turned out to be the last day of Lollapalooza. A little travel trip: do not go to the airport on the last day of Lollapalooza. A sea of vintage t-shirts and poor tattoo choices clog the line to the Southwest check-in. Confused twenty-somethings unable to follow basic instructions. No, group C does not line up when the sign says “A”. No you can’t get on first just because you have a baby stroller. While we’re at it, why is your tattoo of a zombie giving everyone the middle finger? Are zombies inherently angry? Isn’t eating brains enough, do they have to also make obscene gestures? How hip and counter-culture, flying Southwest to Lollapalooza. In my day, we would have driven. Get off my lawn!