I'm working in the Box Office this morning. One of the actors in the show that opens tomorrow night called to reserve five tickets for friends who may or may not be able to come. Being a theatre that does not make unpaid reservations, this is an unusual situation. On top of this, he asked whether we could save four tickets for Saturday, "in case they can't make it Friday". We said we would try. He is a member of the community as well as an actor, so I guess he gets to pull some strings.
This is a sold out show. The only reason we have any tickets left at all is because people keep calling to exchange. He promised he would call right back about the tickets and the night. It's been almost an hour. There has been no call and we are now sold out for Saturday. It is my sincere hope that if he should call back, either he will not be interested in the Saturday at all, or that I will not be here.
Other fun Box Office stories, whilst I'm on the subject. The other day a burly-sounding gentleman rang up asking for "Supervisor Bob". I informed him there was no one by that name here. The ensuing conversation went something like this:
"Bob's not there?"
"No, there's no one here called Bob."
"Ain't this the Wal-Mart?"
"No, this is a theatre."
"Oh, OK, I musta got the wrong number. Not Wal-Mart, huh? OK, bye."
He, or some other burly-sounding gentleman has called a few other times since this. Our phone number is extremely close (apparently) to the number for the new Wal-Mart in town. They're usually asking for Bob, makes me wonder if he doesn't know what his own number is.
Well, luckily, I get off work in ten minutes or so. If Mr. Reserved Ticket Man calls back now, somebody else gets to deal with him.