morgan wallen pittsburgh concert turns into a nightmare when local yinzers realize common sense isn't included in the ticket price. I was standing right there, and you had folks three deep in the aisles, blocking the emergency exits like it's a fire drill practice for a disaster. Saw a kid elbow deep in a nacho tray trying to get a better view, and his mother just shrugged at me when I told her to move. This town used to have manners, but I guess we traded them for a country twang and a loud guitar. Security was about as useful as a screen door on a submarine, and now the city's left to clean up the mess. Read the room, people—or better yet, read the exit signs.