Reminds me of a time in 1984 - a cop pulled me over on a Toronto highway (for a burned-out taillight). He asks me where I was going.
"Downtown to Maple Leaf Gardens for a concert," I told him.
"Oh, goin' to see Van Halen?" he asks.
"Yeppa," I said.
"You got tickets yet?" he asks.
"Naw, hopin' to score some scalps," I replied.
"Good luck with that," he says, hands me back my driver's license and says, "Throw your four-ways on and you should be okay," and tells me to have a good evening. No ticket.
It was an omen. Not only did I manage to grab one of the last parking spots in the Carlton St. lot directly across from the Gardens before they closed the gates, I also snagged a premium gold ticket from a scalper, and saw the concert from 6th row floors that night.
