The page refreshed. The little blue walking man icon appeared—the digital queue of destiny. Your estimated wait time: 14 minutes.
At seven minutes, the blue man slowed down. Leo held his breath. At three minutes, his screen flickered. "Don’t you dare," he whispered to the laptop.
The fluorescent hum of Leo’s apartment was the only sound as he stared at the countdown timer on the screen. It was 9:59 AM. In sixty seconds, the final batch of playoff tickets for the Houston Texans’ divisional showdown would go live.
Then, the chime. A bright green checkmark illuminated the room. Order Confirmed.
The red dots vanished. Leo felt a cold sweat. He jumped to the 300 level. Someone else grabbed these seats.
Finally, the map of NRG Stadium bloomed across his screen in a sea of red and blue dots. He clicked a pair in Section 105—prime viewing for a touchdown celebration. Someone else grabbed these seats.
The page refreshed. The little blue walking man icon appeared—the digital queue of destiny. Your estimated wait time: 14 minutes.
At seven minutes, the blue man slowed down. Leo held his breath. At three minutes, his screen flickered. "Don’t you dare," he whispered to the laptop.
The fluorescent hum of Leo’s apartment was the only sound as he stared at the countdown timer on the screen. It was 9:59 AM. In sixty seconds, the final batch of playoff tickets for the Houston Texans’ divisional showdown would go live.
Then, the chime. A bright green checkmark illuminated the room. Order Confirmed.
The red dots vanished. Leo felt a cold sweat. He jumped to the 300 level. Someone else grabbed these seats.
Finally, the map of NRG Stadium bloomed across his screen in a sea of red and blue dots. He clicked a pair in Section 105—prime viewing for a touchdown celebration. Someone else grabbed these seats.