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So the craziest guy just came to the window at the box office! He was driving a minivan and completely sunburned wearing a huge oversized tank top and shorts. He was obviously wasted or high and while he stumbled around in front of the box office for a couple of minutes we lauged at him. He then proceeded to the window and told me his entire life story about how he used to be a choffer and then the band "little feet" lost theirs so he drove them around. He said he had seen many a great band at our venue and then continued to ask about the Beach Boys and the Styx pricing. He pointed at the seating chart and told me he would have to be wandering around the last row of section 4. He then proceeded to say that he needed a new knee and hip but he was waiting for his comp check to go through and that he was handicapped......even though he drove here.....and someone would be dropping him off. Then he asked me if i knew the guy who sold him tickets that he used to drive around? I told him "sorry i don't" and finally.....after spitting all over the ticket window......he stumbled away.
Thought i needed to share that with everyone.
Thought i needed to share that with everyone.