@ZackTeibloom “Who told you to get a bin?” the pink-haired woman running the volunteer check-in booth asked me incredulously. “Brian,” I said, making up a name. “What company does he work for?” She pushed on.
Not knowing any company working Reggae Fest, I could have admitted defeat. I changed the subject instead. “So, you don’t have any bins for us to use for the recycling project?” “I don’t understand why they would ask you to get a bin from us.” she says as her face contorts.
Realizing I’m getting deeper and deeper into a lie that makes no sense, I make my move.
“Do you have anything to recycle? No? Well, I guess we’ll move on then,” I say and start walking into the festival with @Racas. “Wait. You’ve been in already?” she says, still not sure what’s going on. “Yes, we just walked by you a few minutes ago. OK, see you later.” The crash was complete.
I got the idea to pretend to be part of the festival crew from @Racas when she tried following a pizza guy into the Bang Camaro show at Emo’s Wednesday night. I joked that we should carry empty pizza boxes to shows from now on and say it’s for the band. When we arrived at Reggae Fest, we saw no pizza boxes, but that pink hair was like a sign saying “Come on in. I will present you no challenge whatsoever.”
If you didn’t notice, my lie was incredibly half-assed, I didn’t really follow through with it and it didn’t make sense. It doesn’t have to. If you find the right person at the venue, it doesn’t have to make any sense. You just have to appear to be not be a threat and not worth their time to look into. Do I think she ever thought I was on any kind of recycling team? No, not really. I don’t think she cared. And that’s the point. Find the person who doesn’t care. There are always a few of them.