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Ok, it wasn't all that bad. And if I didn't go it might not have turned out to be a great trip for my Daughter. I'm so stupid for getting nose bleed seats. The concert was sold out and my little was almost traumatized by the height. I went to the box office after getting run around from supervisor to supervisor and as I was headed to my last change at improving the seats and a scalper headed me off and offered me tickets. My mind was set on changing the tickets out but the cheapness in my took over.
Scalper:"hey, (in a very low voice) you need tickets?"
FJ: "ah.. look, I already have tics." (showing him the tics)
Scalper: "these are really good seats, right next to the stage! Hear, check out the price, ($110 face value printed tickets) I give you them for $80.
FJ: "Ah I don't knowhow do I know they are good?"
Scalper: "I go through the door with you!"
FJ: "how much" (The opening act was playing about 5 minutes already) "how about $60?"
Scalper:"aright" (we proceed though the security check point metal detector and the scanner girl scans the tics and they go through no problems)
I am one lucky cheap ass bastard! My daughter had a great time and her face absolutely lit up with the 10,000 other females screaming when Justin Beaver showed up. The look on her face was priceless to me and I would have paid 5 times what I did to see it if I knew what it was going to do. My ears were ringing for about 15 minutes after leaving the place. There were plenty of dads around with their daughters so I did even feel that much out of place.
my dad took my little brother to see public enemy in 1991 in a club where he was frisked at the door and passed thru a metal detector...my brother was 13. i think you can handle some country pop tart's show.
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