The Concertgoer
Rachel experiences the express lane at the concert
"What the actual fuck?" Rachel muttered under her breath, staring at the sign in front of her. "Men, Women, or Sluts?" she read aloud, her voice laced with incredulity. The neon lights of the concert venue cast a sickly glow over the bustling crowd, all eager to get inside. She had scored tickets to see her favourite band, and this was the last thing she expected to see. The line for sluts was significantly shorter, and R...