My day as a muggle

Sometimes it happens to the best of us. Yes we are brought down to the very thing we have come to hate so much. For a day, I was [cue drama crying] a MUGGLE!

Last week I went down to Comiskey Park for one of the White Sox playoff games, and instead of getting raped sideways to pay to park, I instead took the Red Line option for $1.75. I was almost the very picture of a tourist. I had my camera, backpack, and couldn't figure out where in the hell to put my farecard. All I really needed were 6 kids and a boatload of American Girl place crap to complete the picture.

Then to complete the circle, one of my dear friends gave me a bunch of babyshower gifts complete with a huge Babies R Us bag. Add that to an overnight bag, backpack, and camera bag, and yes Mr Muggle was in full effect. I got to drag all of that crap onto the 4:30 train, but at least I was smart enough to utilize the overhead racks, instead of pulling the bogus packages=seats crap that most muggles try to get away with.

Now I have to find a therapist to cry on...