Let me just describe the first half hour of my day:
I run out at 4:30 to hop into an SUV already holding four people, only to discover that we have to pick up another girl. I ride in said SUV, uncomfortably sandwiched between boring hipster girl with bad hair and boring hipster dude off of whom I receive an Axe Body Spray contact high, all the way to Schaumburg.
I listen to really bad music (think Allman Brothers-type of Dad-rock blues meets VH1 "rock" a la Incubus) while gross guy in the front seat who wears a too-small brown leather jacket that stops about four inches too short on his wrists (yeah man, show off those tats!) and Vans with a marijuana leaf pattern intermittently calls the girl driving a "bull dyke" and plays air guitar. Seriously, if you're sober and playing air guitar, you are a douchebag, especially if you're furiously playing all of the chords.
It's safe to say that the next six hours that I spent in Urban scanning random housewares with a scanner gun and narrowly avoiding death (I had to climb up a really tall ladder and maneuver my poor scanning skills around bulky quilts) were not happy ones.
I did, however, score fifty dollars in cash...
Was it worth it?