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Admitted Defeat

I had such high hopes for sending my dad to the Garrison Keillor show in Charlotte tomorrow night. But, it's sad, folks. I just didn't succeed in my quest to score 2 tickets. Part was the fault of my shortsightedness in not realizing they'd sell out in a mere 7 minutes. Part too, was at the fault of one very dorky Mr. D who sold two tickets out from under me. But so it goes. As they say, "You snooze, you lose."

I'll know better next time and get them on pre-sale.
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Unknown said…
What a let down that must be! And it is really so frustrating that they allow these people to sell the tickets for 3 and 4 x's the ticket price! Hopefully one day you'll be able to beat that rude system and get tickets at a fair and reasonable cost.
10/19/2007 10:57 PM
Rochelle said…
I wish there was some way to stop these ticket scalpers from scooping up tickets in 7 minutes flat. I have also been a victim....
10/20/2007 7:44 AM
Anonymous said…
Scalpers really ruin it for the TRUE FANS! Hannah Montana tickets sold in Albany in record time, but it was the scalpers ruining it for the true fans!

Too bad for your dad, but we know how hard you tried!!!

~Sue
10/20/2007 10:23 AM
tim said…
scalp the scalpers!

Introduce him to Philip Gulley...said to be the Garrison Keeler of Indiana.

Next time tell him to go to the show in faith...usually the scalpers show up in force and once the show starts they drop the tickets for a song. Not a very classy way to spend the early part of the evening but it works, sometimes.
10/21/2007 2:30 PM
Mary Ellen said…
Well if he could somehow know about your effort than that would equal four gifts - you sure did try super hard!

By the way...the bug patch thingy DID NOT WORK!!!
10/21/2007 9:59 PM
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