In my younger days, my aunt was nice enough to bring me to come along with 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. Just like any other girl, 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 blown up to my neck around hundreds of other people.