First, a disclaimer: Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Today I get a call at the box office. Mrs. BrainAge bought tickets to see Blather, Blarney and Balderdash. She has the tickets in her possession. She called because the name on the tickets wasn't Mrs. BrainAge. The name on the tickets was Mrs. OtherGrandmother. Since Ms. BrainAge bought the tickets she was concerned that Mrs. OtherGrandmother was getting credit for the tickets. She was also concerned that if Mrs. OtherGrandmother found out her name was on the tickets that she would want them. She was also concerned that when she presented the tickets for entrance to the play, we would know that she wasn't Mrs. OtherGrandmother, and not let her in.
I assured Mrs. BrainAge, that Mrs. OtherGrandmother was not getting credit for the ticket purchase, that she would have no difficulty getting in to see the show, since we don't ask for identification, and that the only way Mrs. OtherGrandmother would know the tickets were printed in her name would be if YOU told her.
Mrs. BrainAge was not the least bit consoled. Therefore I told her that she could come to the theatre and we would reprint tickets with her name on them. She is stopping by sometime next week.
In this day and age, I would understand if this was a plane ticket, or a traffic ticket, or some other kind of ticket that HAS to have a correct name on it, but Stauss doesn't play like that. If you have a ticket, you get in. When it was all said and done, the real problem was she didn't like the Other Grandmother and didn't want her ticket to have Mrs. OtherGrandmother's name on it.
Here's hoping all of you have a wonderful 4th! Eat lots of BAR-B-Q, and pop those firecrackers.
1 comment:
A most especially funny situation considering that the name on the tickets was NOT in fact Mrs. OtherGrandmother but Mrs.Daughter who happens to share the same last name as Mrs. OtherGrandmother!
Mrs. BrainAge is becoming a very consistent representation of why some people shouldn't procreate. I think I'm a little afraid to meet Mrs. OtherGrandmother.
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