Last night, I went to the Pacer game with two girls from work, Julie and Amber. The Pacers were having a special where all seats were $25 or less. We bought 3 Upper Level or Balcony seats for $5 each. I had actually ordered them on Saturday and opted to pick them up at Will Call last night before the game. We were in section 226, in the 13th row. We were just minding our own business, enjoying the game. Close to the end of the first half, a younger-looking guy in a suit came up to our section. He had a portfolio and a walkie-talkie with him, so I thought to myself that he must work for Conseco or the Pacers. Well, he sat off to the side for a few minutes, then came and sat behind us. He asked if one of us were Vanessa, so Julie and Amber point to me. I told him that I was Vanessa. He then handed me three tickets for the Lower Level. He said that he was told by his boss to find some people in the balcony and give them Lower Level seats. These seats were in section 20, which is just behi
