I was walking through the city minding my own business when I came upon a line of people stretching all the way down the block and round the corner. Men and women, kids in groups and families, some stood there waiting while others chatted in animated fashion. Vendors walked up and down the line selling drinks and street foods. "What's this for?" I was in the middle of the line, and a woman waiting on her own turned to answer.
"It's tickets for Bruce Springsteen," she said. "Oh, I just love the Boss!"
"Wait a minute," said a hipster twenty-something, "I thought we were waiting for the new iPhone."
"Does the iPhone come with Springsteen tickets?" the woman asked. The hipster shrugged.
"You're totes wrong," said one of a passel of teenagers. "We're in line for the new Halo," said another. "I thought it was the Destiny expansion?" another added, and the lot of them devolved into rapid bickering.
"Maybe the Springsteen tickets come with the new iPhone?" said the hipster.
I went looking for the end of the line. Whatever we were waiting for, I didn't want to miss it. I was hoping for a deal on widescreen TVs.