“You look bushed. What’s the matter? Another tough day ripping off music fans?”

“Gimme a break. Just because I’m a ticket broker, it doesn’t mean I don’t have any feelings.”

“You mean scalper.”

“I’m providing a service. And my job isn’t any different then those high rollers who play the stock market. I’m betting against the future. Buy low, sell high.”

“So, what looks good this summer?”

Pearl Jam’s a sure thing. Also The Smashing Pumpkins. Especially since Billy said it’s all over after this tour. Then there’s Christina Aguilera, Santana and Steely Dan.”

“Just sit back and watch the money flow in, right?”

“It’s not that simple. I have overhead, you know. Lights, air conditioning, computers, paying kids to camp out all night at the ticket outlets. Cost of doing business. Just like you.”

“But you’re still going to make a bundle.”

“I’ll do okay, but it’s difficult to pick the winners. And there are always a few stiffs, tickets that will never move off the shelf. Heck you can’t even give those away. Anyway, I must be moving on. How much do I owe you?”

“Two dollars.”

“Oh, I’m all out of cash. Can I pay you with a pair of Diana Ross & The Supremes tickets?”

“Hmm. Better make it two pairs.”

“Sure, and here’s an extra pair for the tip.”