SCALPER shows man tickets: “Eighty five dollars a piece. How many you need?”
BUYER holds up four fingers, looks at price, shakes his head.
SCALPER: “I said eight-five dollars! You got eighty-five dollars?”
BUYER holds out palms, walks away. Ushers him family in same direction.
SCALPER: “I know you don’t want to pay eight-five dollars! I’m selling ‘em for eighty-five dollars though! How much you want to pay! You want to pay eighty-five dollars?”
BUYER looks over shoulder, ashamed.
SCALPER: “Eighty-five dollars! You don’t want to pay eighty-five dollars? Get out of here!”
If this scenario is off-putting, and if you’re now on the verge of considering a trip to the Science Museum (which is not far) or The Museum of Fine Arts (which is also not far), I encourage you not to change your plans. Because there is a Plan B, and—as a lifetime Sox fan who knows exactly what it means to catch a day game from four rows up on the right field line—it’s a pretty good Plan B. In fact, I’d probably even call it the next best thing.
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