I'm visiting a friend near Chicago over summer break. Her friend is a large Lighthouse fan (well, she's actually pretty slender, but you know what I mean) so they wanna go to a concert on monday. Aside from being milquetoast pseudo-christian soft-rock, I think they're pretty good, so I bought myself a ticket. Though before thinking I had it sent to home instead of Indiana, so I now stand a good chance of crossing paths with my ticket as we traverse the great plains. I called ticket-asster and informed them of this potential calamity. After some 5-10 minutes of blathering back and forth, she said if the unthinkable (actually quite likely) happens then I can just call ahead and they'll probably just keep one at will-call for me.
So I said "Thank you soooo much, miss!" and she said "You're welcome, have a nice night ma'am!"
WTF? Why didn't you guys tell me I totally sound like a chick over the phone? Man, I've been wasting all my time at office jobs when I could've been living it up as a phone sex operator!
