â†µBecause 1. obviously this financial disaster thing is hogwash and 2) I am seriously going to need a bailout for these tickets: â†µâ†µ
â†µThat's right, kids: nine grand for 47th-row tickets in the corner. There is not an event on earth I would shell out nine thousand dollars for if I was going to end up peering past forty-six stockbrokers, lawyers and doctors for a misleading glimpse of what was going on. Nothing. You could fill the stadium with pie made of Angelina Jolie and hundred-dollar bills and tell Tim Tebow that all the kingdoms of the earth would be his if he would just take the tiniest bite and I would go maybe two thousand tops. â†µâ†µ
â†µWhat event, then, could possibly command such a staggering fee? What extravagant demonstration of America's surplus income? What contest hyped to the moon? What titanic clash of legendary rivals? â†µâ†µ
â†µOoooh. Facepalm. â†µâ†µ
â†µHere is a short list of currencies in which 9,000 is a horrible price to pay for these tickets: euros, dollars, pounds, pesos, lira, yen, rubles, rupees, California IOUs, micro-euros, cowrie shells, Jelly-Bellies, tampons, bandaids, water molecules, gravel, neutrinos, and forks. â†µâ†µ
â†µAnd yet. What a country! â†µâ†µ
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