Last Saturday night, a wild-eyed, t-shirt clad teenager screamed at me for riding on a boat.
I won't print exactly what he said, but it was a pretty creative string of expletives. Here's the gist: It was not fair that my family and I were on a boat in the Chicago River, cruising out to see some fireworks, while he and his friends were stuck schlepping above us on the Michigan Avenue bridge.
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