Pearl Jam came to town, ticket sales start at 10am. I'm there, right on the dot, I'm ready.
"Four tickets please", I said.
"Eat shit", said the Master of Tickets
"Umm, okay how about two tickets", I replied.
"Umm, okay how 'bout eating this shit", said Ticketmaster
"I might as well try for one ticket...", I sheepishly say
"SURE, why didn't you ask that in the first place, here you go!"
What was going to do, not go to the concert?