At the same time, the specs take a terrific gamble, for if the show is a flop they are stuck with worthless pasteboard.
That is why the premium for the hits is so steep, to let them recoup losses.
As aforementioned, the licensed officers do not sell tickets to strangers above legal maximums. For that reason, strangers rate only the secondary choice of seats, if any.
The good ones, way down in front, are held back for regular charge customers, for clubs and for the guy who tips the bellboy liberally.
Restaurant and supper club reservations can be made in advance by phone, but unless the headwaiter knows you, you will find your table behind a post or along the wall when you get there. Also, places like El Morocco refuse phone reservations from all except regulars, and the regulars don't need them.
If you point to one unoccupied in a position of better vantage, the functionary will show you the "Reserved" sign.
The odds are it is not reserved, but is being kept for a liberal tipper.
Now, there are only two ways of beating this system. The first and best is to slip the headwaiter a few bucks. He will suddenly discover that he has made a slight error and the table he is really holding for you is way up front, on the ringside, because the reservee died a few minutes ago.