Once upon a time in a faraway land called San Francisco, they had baseball games at the best facility on the West Coast. I was a season ticket holder with good seats when they were actually affordable. They did a lot for their customers back in the day, to keep you going to games and paying the prices as they went up every year.
You actually own the seats, then purchase the tickets, even including the huge concerts they had several times a year. Some day I'll tell you about the fight I got in to at the Kenny Chesney concert. Anyway, some of those events were held in the glass-walled apartments across the street. When I arrived, there were Giants coffee cups everywhere ... on the tables, on the chairs, on the walls ... and I decided I just HAD to have one.
Okay, I stole it. Swiped it right into my huge purse when no one was looking and walked right out the door. It's the only one I savor my morning coffee in while scanning the horizon for skunks and gophers.