The top salesman at a Miami Condo Sales "Factory" was very excited when he found out that he had won a ticket to the Super Bowl from his company for exceeding the year's sales target by 30%.
Unfortunately, when he got to the stadium, he realized that his seat is about as far and as high away from the 50 yard line as you can get, so high that the kids selling hot dogs and beer were getting nosebleeds, asthma attacks, and were feeling the effects of oxygen deprivation. This bothered our salesman so much, you can only see a vertigo churros vendor spin awkwardly down the stairs so many times before you begin to question your own safety.
And so, about halfway through the first quarter, searching though his binoculars he sees through his binoculars an empty seat 10 rows off the field right on the 50 yard line.
He decides to take a chance and makes his way through the stadium and around the security guards to the empty seat. As he sits down, he asks the gentleman sitting next to him, "Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?"
The man says "No."
Now, very excited to be in such a great seat for the game, he again inquires of the man next to him, "This is incredible! Who in their right mind would have a seat like this at the Super Bowl and not use it?!"
The man replies, "Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Super Bowl we haven't been together at since we got married in 1967."
"Well, that's really sad," the salesman said, "but still, you couldn't find anyone to take the seat? A friend or close relative?" "No," the man replied, "They're all at the funeral."
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