My crazy day started off like any other crappy day. I got up and went to work at 8. All good so far. Did a few jobs, had a few naps. LUNCHTIME. Still normal. Started making an amazing salad, and my friend, Colin (a nurse aide from T6), shows me a conversation he had with his friend. Apparently he had gotten his friend a ticket to Asking Alexandria at Northern Lights for his birthday a while back. His friend, for whatever reason, says, "I can't make it to the show". Colin asks why, and is replied with, "I don't know. Not really into shows anymore". Kinda douchey, especially since he got it for his birthday. We talk a little about how dumb his friend is, then come to an agreement which seems to solve everything nicely. I buy the ticket off Colin for $20 ($31 originally), and we go to the show after work. If only "everything" worked out.
Ohh, you got me.. How did i know the original price? Sneaky little lawyer, you. Ok, i will tell. In possibly too much detail. Bear with me.
I did have a ticket for this show a couple months ago. Yep, 31 bones straight up. The main reason i was going to this particular show, however, was because my BFFF, Levi, was going. Normally not the greatest reason to go to a metal concert for a band previously banned from clubs and venues for unnecessary violence, but i do like Asking Alexandria. So i got a ticket.
Everything was set in motion to the beat of hearts synced with drums of anarchy. Yea, people were pumped.
Then, out of boredom it seemed, Levi's parents decided they were moving to Mississippi. He could stay, and be a hospital bum for the rest of his life, barely able to afford his rent. Or he could go, get an education, and make real money. Of course, he chose the latter.
And move they did. Leaving me behind with my ticket in hand. In the rain. Maybe not in the rain, just setting a mood.
Ryan, another schmuck from our great department, said he'd buy my ticket off me for $25. $6 to watch my best friend leave. Boo.
I accepted, and carried on pushing old people around for a couple weeks.
And we're back to the beginning.
We had it all figured out. He would get the ticket from his douche, pick up Matt (another guy who was going), and meet me at the hospital at 5. Concert starts at 5:30, so we're already cutting it close. Colin had also just gotten his RX-8 fixed up, and puts 93 octane whatever gas in it, so he didn't want to drive. That leaves me and my little Civic coupe to do the heavy lifting.
I rush home (after getting out at 4), change, and see my brother sitting on the couch doing his homework. He also has a Civic, but a sedan. So more room. I ask to switch cars, he says yes. Sweet, things are going well. Get to the hospital, pick them up, and we're off on our journey.
About a mile into the trip, i turn a corner, and feel the car just drop. We could hear something dragging, and also the car was slanted toward the front-right side, so i stop and we get out to investigate. I'm not a mechanic, but i could tell there was something wrong when the tire was facing the wrong way.
So there we were, in the middle of the road, standing outside my brother's car.
A cop showed up within 30 seconds. I think he had a problem with us walking around in the road blocking traffic. Some guy in a red truck also showed up and said the transmission was shot, which turned out to be completely wrong. Ha.
Colin and Matt went with red truck guy back to the hospital and took their car to the concert, and i called up my brother and a different Matt who can fix anything. The cop said i had to tow it cause it was in the middle of the road, so he called the next company on the tow list, Jim Byrnes. This guy shows up a half hour later, and has a purpleish face interestingly. "Sorry about my appearance, i fell off my tractor". Ok purpleface, just tow it.
Three hundred and twenty-one dollars later, the car get's to our house, and purpleface messes up it's bumper cover getting it off the truck, then starts talking back to everyone. Don't use purpleface's towing company for anything, seriously. For 321, it would mean over 10 dollars a mile, plus 200 just to show up on "sunday hours". Screw him.
So anyway, that's the story of how i went from 20 dollars to over 300. With no concert. Boo
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