This is another
absolutely true story, even though it seems like something that was taken from
a sitcom. It doesn’t actually involve me, but my mom, but I can assure you that
it was recounted to me right after it happened via text.
This all
happened when she and her friend went to see Tom Jones in concert. Yes, he’s
still alive. I was surprised, too. They drove down to the casino where the
concert was located, had dinner, did some gambling. And then…
My mom: We
should go make sure we know where the theatre is so we can find it when it’s
time for the concert.
Her friend:
Sure. Let me get the tickets. Maybe we can find our seats.
My mom: Orchestra,
right?
Her friend:
Right, but… I thought the concert was in the Grand Theatre but it says it’s in the
Hippodrome. Where’s the Hippodrome?
My mom: There’s
no Hippodrome here.
Her friend:
Here, look for yourself.
My mom: …Why
does this ticket say it’s for the ninth and not the fifth?
Her friend: Um…
My mom: And also
that it’s in Baltimore?
Yeah, that was
kind of a bummer for them. Apparently no one bothered to check the tickets
before they actually got there. Or maybe they did and because they’re both
sixty year old women and looked without their reading glasses on, they just
didn’t notice.
It was about
then that my mom texted me, because she just had to share what happened. There
were still tickets available, but they were way in the back, not the orchestra
seats they had purchased. I think they got their money back for them at least.
