Clack sales remind me of this Simpsons scene:
Homer can't resist the big game, so he camps out in front of the ticket
booth. And his strategy pays off -- he's second in the huge line.
Homer: Heh heh heh, I did it! Second in line, and all I had to do was
miss eight days of work.
Man: With the money you would have made working, you could have bought
tickets from a scalper.
Homer: In theory, yes. Jerk.
The wicket opens for selling tickets. The first man in line steps up.
Man: Give me, er, 30,000 tickets.
Woman: That'll be $950,000 please.
Man: Look, the thing about that is, I only got $10 on me. Can I pay
you the rest later?
Woman: Sure.
The man walks off with a big stack of tickets, and the woman puts a
"Sold Out" sign in the window. Homer sighs and slumps against the
wicket.