(This isn’t an in-depth comprehensive coverage of the event. This is just the stuff that happened to me when I dropped by.)

The ticket lady’s patience was on the end of its tether. “One hundred,” she barked at me, holding up the ticket in front of my face.

I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, so I avoided dismissing her as a bitch. Instead, I tried to see it her way — for the past two days she’s been crammed in a tiny booth dispensing tickets over and over again to endless lines of the weirdest people she’s ever seen, some of whom smell like cottage cheese stored under sweaty armpits. I’d be pissed too.

If I was normal.

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