I do think that my favourite story of someone trying to wait in line for rush tickets for Blonde during it's run on Broadway was that of a couple of dumb girls camping out in front of the theatre, who, awoke to find out that their pocketbooks were not there. When they asked a cop for help, the cop told them in a typical new yorker attitude, that that is what they get for sleeping in the heart of times square.
Now, I am a pratical kind of guy and if I find out that someone had something stolen from them I feel bad. I really do, but, for those of you who have had the misfortune of going to Times Square, I say to you that my feelings of me laughing bout the situation I had witnessed were more then justifiable.
"If you try to shag my husband while I am still alive, I will shove the art of motorcycle maintenance up your rancid little Cu**. That's a good dear"
Tom Stoppard's Rock N Roll