If you don't think the Ticket Oak is the most electric, charismatic commercial personality to come along in decades, you sir/madam are out of your mind. And probably a terrible human being.
My man is just content as hell to sit there and wait for people to request tickets to their favorite shows. Sure, his eyes may be a little wonky/wildly misaligned and he may have a glaring learning deficiency, but god dammit if he's not working his ass off growing Justin Bieber and Miami Heat tickets out of his ticket-leaf-fro.
And yes, the Ticket Oak's owner is most certainly a serial killer. Ryan probably didn't make it to that show.
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