Despite the sign denoting times to mob the Sails Pavilion to wait in line for a chance to get a wristband that allowed you to buy a figure there simply was no line at the Graphitti booth, so I walked up and asked if I could get one.
"Sure, do you have a wristband?"
"Ok, just go to the other end of the booth and ask the guy in the hat for one."
"...Okay..." A quick stroll to the opposite end of the booth revealed a guy who, in fact, was wearing a hat. "Excuse me, she told me I needed to come see you about getting a wristband...?"
"Oh yeah, sure. Give me your arm."
I stuck out ol' lefty and around it he fastened one of those sticker wristbands popular at concerts. I then walked back up to the first girl, smiling as I held up my wrist. She grabbed a Zoom off the rack and handed him to me, "please hold out your wrist," which I did so that she could cut off the band. I was then sent to a third person at a cash register who I paid (they charge tax, too, so thanks for that little bonus, Graphitti) before walking off a little baffled by what just happened. I'm sure they expected a big rush as in previous years and conventions, so perhaps needed cut wristbands for accounting, but seriously? That whole thing just redefined overkill.