The other night, I attended a book tour date of a well-known humorist who likes to pick up garbage in England. The deal had been sweetened by the appearance in my inbox of a ticket discount from Groupon ™!
Upon my arrival at the event, it became clear that the gig was not a sellout—at least, not in the balcony. Except, as you can see, for those of us who bought the Groupon. Behold, the Groupon Row:
Note the expanse of empty rows behind and in front of us. Cozy. I was alone, too, with elbows tucked close to my ribs.
We are the Groupon Nation. I’ll bet there was a disproportionately large number of people with smashing mani-pedis, too.
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