Sorry, Sweetheart

Last night during the storm at Metra my wife and I took refuge under the side of the building by the exit doors. One of the doors was open and some princess wanted to go in that way. My wife said sorry, go in the front. That's when the little princess got belligerent. Don't care if you think you should gain non-secured access to Metra, it wasn't going to happen on our watch. She was totally oblivious to the reasons why we now have security at major events. You can't fix stupid.