There's Murphy's Law and...some other laws. Cyrus and I went to a Red Sox game last week and was a victim of Stadium Food Law.
Here's what it is: The popcorn guy (or Italian ice guy, pizza guy, whatever) at the stadium walks by you a zillion times in 30 minutes. After the zillionth time, you realize you want popcorn/Italian ice/peanuts/whatever. You get your money ready and you're craning your neck to see if you can see him. You wait. And wait. Any minute now... And then he never comes back until like an hour later when you've pretty much given up hope.
Has anyone else experienced Stadium Food Law?
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