So this weekend I’ve had what I call a “hurricane” moment. My
sister calls me hurricane Hillary because destruction usually follows me no
matter where I am. It’s not always destruction. Sometimes things that happen to
me are just strange, and sometimes it’s just plain bad luck.
When it comes to boys, there was the time I was set up with this
kid that was 6’6. I’m 5’2. That wasn’t awkward feeling like a 2 year old next
to him.
My favorite story of all time was 30ish year old that saw me
and work and had his mother call to see if I was single. It’s a great story.
You need to read both parts.
There was also the time that I somehow ended up with 11 extra
tickets to Wicked. What?! That involved tickets being limited to 6 per
purchaser, two people trying to get them and technology on my phone failing. It’s
a long story. Luckily I charmed the employee at the box office enough over the
phone that they refunded half of the purchase. I only had to sell 6 tickets.
This weekend I went to see my roommate perform in this show at
Brigham Young University. It’s called Evidance. All of the dance groups on
campus perform including the folk dance ensemble, the ballroom team, the ballet
company, the contemporary dance team. It’s actually a very fun show with a lot
of variety, despite all the performers being dancers. Anyway, my trouble started the day I bought the tickets. I
purchased the tickets and when opted to have a copy sent via email so that I
could print them at home. I looked at the tickets and I had somehow purchased
them for a Saturday matinee, not Friday night like I’d intended. So I had to
call the box office again and have them switch my tickets to the right day.
Then the night of the
performance I realized that my printer was out of ink. I had to make trip to
the library to use their printer to get my tickets, and this was a 15-20 minute
drive each way. The show started at 7:30. On my way back from the library I was
panicking. I was supposed to meet my friend at the theatre on campus and I didn’t
arrive until 7:22 or something like that. So we go into the theatre. We are on
time and everything is great. I look at our tickets and we are on row D in
seats 26 and 27. So we find our seats and on seat 26 there is a sign that says,
this chair is reserved for patrons who are Hard of Hearing. At this point I am
thinking, What the heck! I am determined to enjoy our seats that are nice and
close to the stage, so I tell my friend just to put the sign under her chair. We’ll
ignore it.
Just as the light go down and the show is starting, an usher
comes up to us and asks us if seat D26 is printed on our tickets. We say yes,
but he asks us to follow him out into the hall. Apparently D26 is not reserved
for hard of hearing but it was reserved for a cast member. Someone in the cast
was supposed to sit in D26 and then pretend to be called up out of the audience
during the performance. So the usher asks us to move further back into new seats on Row
M. 9 rows back. I was just so surprised
that I paid for my tickets, I paid for seat on row D and they still made my
friend and I move. I have never had that happen before.
The performance was still great, but it just proves that life
is always an adventure when I’m around. Anything that could go wrong usually
will.
I was actually pretty upset until I had a customer call at
work. He was on a road trip, stranded and desperate. . He left his debit card
in Kansas and ended up in Colorado before he realized his card was gone. He had
no other cash or credit cards on him, just his check book. Then I thought, I
guess having to move seats was not that big of a deal, right?
