Here’s the fun part: you can also bring a small clutch that’s about the size of your hand—literally. Think 4.5” x 6.5”. That’s smaller than a slice of pizza, but less greasy. It’s the only opaque bag they’ll let slide, probably because they know you need somewhere to hide your gum.
If your bag is bigger than a clutch but smaller than a planet, you’re going to the bag check line. And that line? It moves slower than a sloth on a lazy Sunday. You’ll watch the opening band’s first three songs from behind a queue of frustrated humans holding totes.
