In my younger days, my aunt was kind enough to invite me to join her to Chicago for my cousin’s paintball tournament. I had never been to Chicago before, so naturally I had to go see the big city. As any girl would, I wanted to get all dolled up before stepping out in public. I wore an extremely soft red dress that I was crazy about, and some wedges. One thing that Chicago has plenty of is vents, and I didn't think much about them because the ones in my city are never on. This was a mistake because I just so happened to walk over one that was on. Only to be met with steam scorchingly hot, and my dress being flown up to my shoulders around hundreds of other people.