"Get me a large chocolate milk, and a medium poutine. Thanks!" You walk out of the test, and go to the first fast-food place you see. The line-ups are enormous! There must be more girls in the park, then there were in the tent! You stand in what seams to be the shortest line, and wait.

12:37 PM

You finally get to the front of the line and are more then ready to make your order. You've figured out exactly how much the food is going to cost ($10.50) , got the exact change ready, and have figured out how much of Krista's $20 you'll give her back ($15.20), and how much of your $50 you'll get back ($44.30). "Can I have a medium poutine, a large chocolate milk, a small fries, a slice of pizza, and a medium Pepsi?" The guy behind the counter hands you the food on a cardboard tray, takes your money, not at all surprised he didn't have to tell you the cost, and you head back toward the tent.

 1:45 PM

You and Krista have eaten all the food a while ago. You notice a cute little boy walking down the rows toward the front row. He looks wide-eyed at a girl sitting a couple seats down from you.

"Hey! That's my seat!" he screams. The girl refuses to move. The little boy starts sobbing. It doesn't look like either the boy, or the girl are going to let up. You think about offering your seat to the boy. You see a seat a couple of rows back that has a good view of the stage, and it's not like in ten years it's going to matter to you, or anyone else where you sat at this hanson concert! Then again, you'd be giving up a front row seat !

Do you want to offer the little boy your seat?