THERE ARE LINEUPS EVERYWHERE. FOR PARKING, FOR people who have wristbands, for people who have tickets, for people who don’t have either. None of them are moving. It’s a big room with a hard floor and no benches. The walk through the parking lot was already long and now I really need to sit.
“Can you find a spot on the floor by the wall?” Dad asks.
“I don’t want to sit somewhere where people have put their feet.”
“What if I wipe it first?”
Just as I’m getting ready to risk it, the line we’re in starts disappearing. A woman at the front holds up a sign that says, “Sold out.” There’s a couple ahead of us dressed as Han Solo and Princess Leia who are having a big fight about it.
“We should have gotten tickets online last week, when I reminded you to,” Princess Leia says.
Han Solo rips o
