so I took a rushed and therefore probably crappy pic of this Mr Ticket booth while stopped at a red light today. It has been on this corner ever since I can remember- I would pass it on the way to and from my cousins’, and now I pass by it on my way home from work.
Back in the 1990s when I was but a child, I assumed that booths like this were the primary way older, cooler kids lined up for and acquired tickets to their rly cool concerts and/or sporting events. But by the time I was old enough, ticketmaster had already taken over.
since high school, every time I drive past I am increasingly more incredulous that this little place is still in business. I mean, Blockbuster went down but you can still buy your AVICII tickets here? (they were actually advertising for AVICII last week, the incongruity of which is what prompted me to document this). Sometimes I think ‘no, I’m sure that those artists are ancient history and the place is deserted’ except the next week they’re always advertising something else.
as a kid I also thought it was a chain, that there were Mr Tickets dotted around the american landscape like dairy queens. now I’m not so sure that this place wasn’t an outlier even back then, an anomaly from the start- but really, who knows.
Seriously, the most pressing matter: WHO BUYS THEIR TICKETS HERE? someone must, or it would be out of business. but who? older folks planning a day at fenway? technologically hermited suburbanites who are still really into live EDM? are there still some swaths of wilmington unaware that we’ve experienced y2k?
at the end of the day, though, I am really very charmed by this Mr Ticket. I sincerely hope that it stands on this corner forever, a tiny anachronistic relic of the way I thought the world worked growing up in the 90s.
I think about this every time I pass this place. My running theory is the older generation not wanting to put their credit card info on the internet? I’ve never seen anyone enter or exit the building. The blinds are nearly always down. I’ve never seen a light on after dark. I’ve rarely seen a car near the building, never more than one. However they manage it, I’m glad they are still operational. It makes me happy that there’s apparently still a place that successfully runs a little slower than the rest of the world.