The Fine Art of Ticket Line Etiquette
The older I get the more things don't stay the same. Wow. I could write fortunes for a living, if need be. Today's fortune cookies suck now that I think about it. I wrote about it once. Check it out after you read this.
Back to my point.
Getting concerts in today's world is so easy. Log on, click and be done with it. You used to earn that seat. In today's world there is no need to camp overnight or wait in a ticket line for hours anymore than there is a need for a telegraph machine, horse-drawn buggy or basic hunting skills. There was a time in my life when it was actually reasonable to me to call the sidewalk home with a hundred or more strangers to get tickets for the Stones or the Who. I did it for both in one summer and my back has never been the same. I've also showed up at three in the morning to secure a good seat to a show. For a while, you and these strangers better get along and help each other out. You had to make it as pleasant as possible, because let's face it, we're all going to end up finally getting to the counter only to find out there's only lousy lawn seats left.
And what's the deal with people who actually prefer the generic do-it-yourself ticket you print yourself? You must have the traditional ticket stub for it to even count as going to the show, don't you think?
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