I dropped $1,200 AUD for a semi finals seat only to realize I was paying for a frontrow view of a concrete pillar. When I leaned forward on the railing just to see the court, the guy behind me had the audacity to tap my shoulder and whine that he couldn’t see. It is a complete system failure when stadiums charge a month’s rent for a ticket and expect you to sit like a statue while staring at a metal bar instead of the match.
Since he wanted to be the “viewing police” while I was already getting scammed by the venue, I decided to give him something real to complain about. I “accidentally” tipped my entire $15 lukewarm beer right over the railing, soaking his expensive polo shirt and his binoculars in sticky lager. I turned around with a fake look of horror and told him that maybe if he wasn’t so focused on my back, he would have seen the “hazard” coming.
