In the classic 1970s sitcom, “The Bob Newhart Show,” the
star of the series plays a Chicago-based psychologist who shares an office
floor with a number of other medical and dental professionals.
When the communal coffee maker breaks down he instructs
the office assistant, a ditsy six-foot red head named Carol, to order a new
one. Later, when he asks her how the replacement process is going, she replies
that it’s hard to decide on which model to purchase since all most of them do
is make coffee.
Somewhat perplexed, Bob asks isn’t that the eventual purpose
of a coffee-maker?
I recalled this long-ago forgotten vignette while
watching the news a few weeks back and an on-the-street reporter was interviewing
people waiting on a snaking line, many of whom I later learned had camped out
the night before.
Were they waiting for Springsteen tickets?
Front row for Foo Fighters?
$50 orchestra seats to “Hamilton?”
None of the above.