I don't think I'd have ever started if I had had any idea this thing would reach flippin' Part 40, and I'd still not be done.
Part 40
I was very pleased to find that my seat was next to Hannah’s. Before the sc.net ticket giveaway, she and I were to sit together along with Betsy and Gina way up in the high heavens of MSG. To still be sitting together was a lovely coincidence. I glanced about and waved to those I knew. Lil’rock was on the other side of Hannah while E and Chatchka were a few rows above.
I didn’t socialize too long because I had to get down to handing out my flags before the B52’s came out. The mission was simple enough -- give flags to Nutters who didn’t have one yet. But the execution of this seat-to-seat flag campaign was not all that easy. Although I’m a big loud mouth here, I’m actually very quiet and non-assertive in real life. My section had a lot of recognizable Nutters in it, but they had already received their flags at Fat Annie’s. I was aware that there could be some spectators in my section that were not associated with sc.net. At first, I planned to open by asking people, “Are you a Nutter?” Fortunately, I nixed that idea before I had a chance to speak aloud. So, I asked people, “How did you get your ticket? Did you get it from Stewart’s contest?” If the answer was yes, I’d whip a flag out of the envelop and offer it along with a quick explanation. My first “customer” turned out not to be a Nutter. He seemed very suspicious of me and didn’t answer about how he obtained his ticket at first. I thought that perhaps he didn’t speak English, but I got a nod out of him when I mentioned the Internet. So, relying on my skills as a language teacher, I gestured, spoke slowly and simply, and eventually offered a flag.
He replied in perfect English, “I don’t want to buy your flag, lady”
“Oh, it’s free,” I sputtered, “but I guess you don’t…”
“Yeah, I don’t want it.”
I was off to a flying start! Things got much better though after that. I met zilboy next and during a little chat with him, I regained my confidence. I went on to hand out about a dozen or so flags. I met a young couple from South America who had won their tickets from sc.net. They spoke very little English, but got across the idea that they had been long time lurkers and had read all our stories from Tourzilla. They were so grateful to Stewart for the tickets and were thrilled to have their own little flags to wave.
When I returned to my seat Hannah was gone. She returned moments later and was very apologetic. She explained that somebody connected with the concert invited her down to the pit because they needed a few more people to fill the space. I was very happy for her. After all, her request to have Kellie’s flag mailed to England was the catalyst of the whole Flag tour. She deserved to be down there. This freed up a seat for Mrs. Adams who wanted to sit next to her friend, Lil’rock. I offered to switch seats with E, but both she and her mother were content with the present arrangements.
“I see plenty of her other times,” explained E, “This is my chance to hang out with Chatchka.”
As we waited for the B52’s, a little game of flag flashing began among us. A group down in the pit would all wave their flags up towards us in Section 119. We’d wave ours back and then they would turn to Section 111 and do the same thing. Sometimes we’d flash our flags to the Nutter section across the arena or target a couple of Nutters on the floor. There was also a lot of pointing going on. Due to the seat switching to accommodate Mrs. Adams, the seat to my immediate right was now occupied by the non-Nutter who wouldn’t “buy” one of my flags. I glanced furtively at him several times during the flag flashing. It was clear from his expression that he thought we were all idiots. Personally, I think he was suffering from flag envy. To any other observer, it was obvious that we were all having the time of our lives.