‘ Excuse me ‘ he said , prompting the Counter Ticketing Salesgirl to look up and see who had just intruded into her personal space - as “ cubic-lish “ ( for want of a better word - claustrophobic ) as it may be. He assumed that her disgruntled attitude was due to the fact that he had interrupted the melodious flow of some song  coming from a mini transistor radio chucked away from sight but not from hearing. Whilst on the topic, our music critique extraordinaire here made a mental note of the alarmingly high number of thrashy songs that are being played on our local airwaves. At least he thought so.

‘ Do you still have tickets for the opening night of 35@2000 ? ‘. Strangely but not surprisingly , there was still no verbal response , just a nod of the head. That particular nod of the head must have triggered off some “ACTION” button somewhere because Miss Counter Ticketing Salesperson here suddenly burst out of her chair, bustled over to a nearby computer and shot back - ‘ How many ? ‘.

Two would be a nice number he contemplated , though chances of him eventually finding someone to actually go with him to the play are slimmer than slim ( or even Calista Flockhart for that matter ).

‘ What price ? ‘.

‘ $30.00 please ‘.