Score one for the little guy. I just trotted my heinie-bohunkus down to the Fox Theatre box office and got two excellent tickets for a Saturday evening performance (instead of the Thursday matinee Ticketmaster tried to pawn off on me) of Wicked. Sah-weeeeet! Lucky for me, the Fox is only two MARTA train stops from the office, so it was a piece o' cake. Oooh! And no service fee. Plus, a really nice gentleman-type human being at the box office.
Ahhh. It do feel good to win one 'gainst The Man.
(And, shhhhhhhhhh! Don't tell Kate about the tickets!)