My amazing wife bought a pass that allows our family of five (sometimes seven) to go to many events on the cheap. Last night, we saw the Rattlers play against the IFL’s (Indoor Football League) newest team, the Frisco Fighters. It was a great game — one that a certain couple didn’t get to see, thanks to some (presumably)-malicious compliance on the part of the ticket scanner.
We were waiting in line, waiting for our tickets to scan, and noticed a couple in front of us getting very fidgety with their middle school twins, yelling at them to pull up the tickets on their phones. They made it a race as if everything was a competition for these girls. [Twin #2] won (I lost that bet with my wife) just in time to get scanned. All that, and the young man scanning didn’t take his magic wand and scan their phone; he just looked and nodded them through, about ready to move on to us.
But alas, it was not to be!
The mother started flipping out.
Mother: “But you didn’t scan us!”
Ticket Scanner: “Ma’am, you’re good to go.”
He then turned back to us to scan our tickets (which were also readied by our kid), saying as he made eye contact with us:
Ticket Scanner: “Hey, man, some people don’t get it; if I say you’re good to go, you are. Got no problem with me, you’re problem-free.”
He said it so rhythmically that nothing I could write could do justice to just how melodically he almost sang this utterance. It was like a catchphrase.
All of a sudden, the mother started whispering-shouting, probably because security was right there:
Mother: “This is America! For all of our safety, I demand that you scan each of our tickets!”
The young man told us, with his eyes more than anything, “Watch this…”
Ticket Scanner: *To the mother* “Are ya sure?”
Mother: “Positive! You know the—”
She was about to ramble on when the scanning machine suddenly made a weird noise — the noise of rejection.
Ticket Scanner: *In an overly-emphatic, sad voice* “Ma’am, I’m so sorry. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but this ticket is for our next home game. See the date?”
Mother: “You’ve gotta be kidding me!”
And she turned with her disappointed-looking family and disappeared into the crowd.
Ticket Scanner: *To us, smiling all the way* “I saw that date, saw that different helmet color… I tried to help them out, man. No one wants to listen. No one cooperates.” *Shrugs*