I hate waiting in lines. Whether it’s airport security, traffic, or the grocery store, I just can’t stand standing around. But as anyone who’s sat in the Wrigley Field bleachers can attest, that’s exactly what you’ve got to do in order to score the prime real estate. How, then, can one such as myself reconcile the necessary wait times? Why, alcohol, of course.
A trip to the bleachers has generally necessitated a stop at the 7-Eleven at 3554 N. Sheffield for a Big Gulp cup and whatever your drink of choice happened to be. Whether it was vodka or whiskey and a top-off of soda or just a 40oz of beer, you could take the edge off of the interminable queue for just a few dollars.