Post by InvisibleWolfMan on Dec 18, 2008 19:37:38 GMT 2
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh BOY! 
For years and years I dreamed but as of TODAY (yes TODAY) that dream is one step closer to reality:
Yes...yours TRULY managed to score himself a place amongst thousands of others at a concert that surely will rock my little heart out. It is my FIRST official AC/DC concert as well as my FIRST official "big name band" concert. Not only that, I got an interesting story to tell about it. Like to hear it? Here it goes:
My wife was busy at home, hoping she could get the tickets online while I had to first take my son to his daycare and then speedily park my car downtown and run to the local Finnish "equivalent" of "Ticketmaster." As I knew, there was already a line but my morals decided that after 2 decades of daydreaming it was time that they took a vacation so I could get my place. Crafty bastard that I was, I stood next to a family near the enterance that was going inside the same place but only for the museum (the ticket office is located within). Once the clock stuck 9 and the doors where opened everyone piled in and I got in line maybe 20-25 people from the desk.
While I was calling on the phone to my wife that I'd managed to secure a spot in line (the internet servers for the tickets were incredibly slow) this tall blonde Finnish dude says in Finnish "Are you here for the AC/DC concert tickets?" Another set of morals that had been on standby for emergencies suddenly announced their departures from my immediate thoughts and I kept speaking English to my wife like I was oblivious to the world.
Once I hung up, he made a point to look intently at me and said in Finnish once again "Are you here for the AC/DC concert tickets?" Continuing my oblivious nature as far as I could manage with the last remaining morals I replied "I'm sorry, I heard the words *AC/DC* but I didn't understand the rest." So he switched to English and yet again asked "Are you here for the AC/DC concert tickets?"
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.....let me think.
"Yes I am" I said without much hesitation. Then he said " Well the line goes all the way to there" while pointing in the distance. Then blah-blah-blah all night waiting, blah-blah-blah, cut in front blah-blah-blah you should go back there now.
OH, GEE! LOOK AT THE TIME, WELL.....GOTTA GO! the last moral screamed on the way out the door and on the nearest plane to Tahiti.
I gave him my best Bruce Banner "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry..." stare and said "Are you gonna move me there yourself?" He gave a nervous laugh and just turned away. Only 3 people in front of me by this time. My wife's friend showed up since she wanted to get tickets as well for her and her boyfriend (which my wife already discussed with me over our phone conversation) and told me she'd get the money for the tickets and how grateful she was I could do that and then "Blondie" speaks up again and asks "Do you speak English?" in Finnish and she replied "Yes." So he said "Your FUCKIN' friend...." blah-blah-blah all night waiting, blah-blah-blah, cut in front blah-blah-blah he should go back there now. She looks at me and says "He's really pissed..." and relates to me a short version of his "woes."
With no morals in sight and HELLS BELLS running through my mind I laugh a bit, smile and say "Yes, I know. He's told me once and he can tell me twice if he wants...."
BAM!
3 Tickets.
In. The. Pit.
Long story short; after 31 years of playing nice guy to most everyone in almost every situation...for once it PAID to be a right bastard.
For years and years I dreamed but as of TODAY (yes TODAY) that dream is one step closer to reality:
Yes...yours TRULY managed to score himself a place amongst thousands of others at a concert that surely will rock my little heart out. It is my FIRST official AC/DC concert as well as my FIRST official "big name band" concert. Not only that, I got an interesting story to tell about it. Like to hear it? Here it goes:
My wife was busy at home, hoping she could get the tickets online while I had to first take my son to his daycare and then speedily park my car downtown and run to the local Finnish "equivalent" of "Ticketmaster." As I knew, there was already a line but my morals decided that after 2 decades of daydreaming it was time that they took a vacation so I could get my place. Crafty bastard that I was, I stood next to a family near the enterance that was going inside the same place but only for the museum (the ticket office is located within). Once the clock stuck 9 and the doors where opened everyone piled in and I got in line maybe 20-25 people from the desk.
While I was calling on the phone to my wife that I'd managed to secure a spot in line (the internet servers for the tickets were incredibly slow) this tall blonde Finnish dude says in Finnish "Are you here for the AC/DC concert tickets?" Another set of morals that had been on standby for emergencies suddenly announced their departures from my immediate thoughts and I kept speaking English to my wife like I was oblivious to the world.
Once I hung up, he made a point to look intently at me and said in Finnish once again "Are you here for the AC/DC concert tickets?" Continuing my oblivious nature as far as I could manage with the last remaining morals I replied "I'm sorry, I heard the words *AC/DC* but I didn't understand the rest." So he switched to English and yet again asked "Are you here for the AC/DC concert tickets?"
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.....let me think.
"Yes I am" I said without much hesitation. Then he said " Well the line goes all the way to there" while pointing in the distance. Then blah-blah-blah all night waiting, blah-blah-blah, cut in front blah-blah-blah you should go back there now.
OH, GEE! LOOK AT THE TIME, WELL.....GOTTA GO! the last moral screamed on the way out the door and on the nearest plane to Tahiti.
I gave him my best Bruce Banner "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry..." stare and said "Are you gonna move me there yourself?" He gave a nervous laugh and just turned away. Only 3 people in front of me by this time. My wife's friend showed up since she wanted to get tickets as well for her and her boyfriend (which my wife already discussed with me over our phone conversation) and told me she'd get the money for the tickets and how grateful she was I could do that and then "Blondie" speaks up again and asks "Do you speak English?" in Finnish and she replied "Yes." So he said "Your FUCKIN' friend...." blah-blah-blah all night waiting, blah-blah-blah, cut in front blah-blah-blah he should go back there now. She looks at me and says "He's really pissed..." and relates to me a short version of his "woes."
With no morals in sight and HELLS BELLS running through my mind I laugh a bit, smile and say "Yes, I know. He's told me once and he can tell me twice if he wants...."
BAM!
3 Tickets.
In. The. Pit.
Long story short; after 31 years of playing nice guy to most everyone in almost every situation...for once it PAID to be a right bastard.
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