Baseball Tickets

So I went to get tickets for a Mariners game this summer. We're going to take our nephew out to see them. No big deal, I thought, I'll get there when they open and get my tickets within the hour. Ha. Shows what I know. When I got there, there wasn't much of a crowd. I wondered why, and asked someone what I needed to do. She pointed at a guy and said, "Get a ticket from him for your place in line." I got a ticket, then tried to figure out how they were working things. The line was short, but people were going into the store. So I asked one of the employees. She looked at my ticket and said, "You're 474th in line. You have to wait until they call your number. In the meantime, you can shop in the store and get a nice discount." Uh, right. I started to shop and listened for them to call out a number. Then I heard it... "Six!"

Right. So I got my stuff, used my discount, and asked the guy at the door when he thought number 474 would be called. He gave me a sympathetic look and said, "Come back tomorrow."

So I came home and used Ticketmaster on-line. I didn't want to, I hate their charges, but it was either that or not get the tickets for the games I wanted, as tickets were already selling out and it's hard to get five tickets in a row for some reason. The Yankees games were nearly gone, apparently, to the disgust of number six, who was buying his tickets while I was buying my stuff at the store.