Several years ago I was attending the San Diego Comic-Con with a friend, and we had planned to check out the exhibit hall together after it closed. We were allowed to do that because my friend (let’s call him Jim … because that’s his real name) had a vendor’s pass, as he was working one of the booths — a popular bookseller. And there’s no way to navigate the exhibit hall during normal hours because of the overwhelming crush of geekoid masses.
So with about five minutes until closing time I show up at the booth, as people are lined up to make their final purchases.