“I signed up, but I’m not sure if I made the cut,” I said.
“Well, let’s take a look. Your name?”
“Mr. ‘X’,” I said.
The woman rifled through several pages, and then re-examined the top page of her list. “Oh, yes—here you are. Go right on in,” she said loudly. “He’s about to start.” I left about 200 hopefuls waiting in line and made for the entrance.
The theater was packed, but I spotted a small gap in the mass of people— near the center of the room on the aisle. When I got there I was…