For the love of all things unfair!
I have to be in Thornhill for 10:30 to see my family doc to discuss all the things wrong with me. It's hard to get appointments and my health is more important than concert tickets, but still.
I won't be near a computer or a phone at 10 am. I will be on a highway so I did the next best thing. I called my dad. In a panic.
Dad: What are you doing home? (Seriously!?)
Me: Dad, you know Prince?
Dad: Who?!
Me: Prince! The singer!
Dad: You mean the little guy in boots?
Me: What?!
Dad: The little guy, wears the heels. The one people think is gay but he was always with those ladies who were hot drummers.
This threw me a bit but at the same time, my dad is retired and spends a lot of time on the internet.
Dad: You know, if you kept going with the drums maybe you could be playing the drums with Prince.
Me: Okay Dad ... so stop playing. He's coming to Toronto and tickets go on sale at 10.
Dad: So. I'm not going with you.
Me: Did I say you were? I need you to buy me a ticket.
Dad: What about (Mr. Crazy Train)?
Me: He won't go. I don't want him to go. I want one ticket because if I buy one ticket it will be the best ticket.
Dad: Why can't you buy the ticket?
Me: I have to go to the doctor's.
Dad: What's wrong with you now?
Me: Jesus Dad. Can you buy the damn ticket or not?
Dad: If you think I'm gonna drive downtown ...
Me: You can use the computer.
Dad: That sounds too complicated. I just figured out Facebook.
Me: Dad! Ok. Can you phone and order the ticket?
Dad: I need a credit card?
Me: Yes!
Dad: Well I'll have to phone mommy and ask her ...
Me: What? Don't you have your own credit card?
Dad: Yes but I don't know how to use it.
Me: Oh my god. Ok, look, I'm going to give you my credit card number and the other information you will need when you phone.
Dad: Why can't you call?
Me: Because I don't use the phone in the car.
Dad: So call the onStar lady. I'm sure she'll help you buy a ticket. I saw those commercials. They can find your car in the middle of the night, off a cliff and send helicopters so I think they can help you buy a concert ticket.
Me: Dad!
Dad: Ok. Ok. Give me your credit card number. Just one ticket?
Me: Yes! And you have to call at 10 am. I'll give you the number ...
Dad: There's no way this can't wait?
Me: Dad it could sell out and I would be heartbroken
Dad: You young people. All worked up like this when there's people who don't even have milk in the fridge.
Me: Dad!
Dad: I'll do it. Then I'll do some online shopping.
Me: Dad!
Dad: Hee, hee, hee.
12 comments:
OMG. WISH MY DAD WAS AS FUNNY AS YOURS.
That sounds like something my dad would do. He's a total crack-up as well. :o) Hope you get your concert ticket, CJ. Oh, and that everything goes well with the doctor's visit.
Awesomesauce! Almost as good as a text exchange....btw my hands are starting shake...DT's I suspect, I must be going through withdrawal....
I am a self-professed TicketBASTARD expert these could be gone in seconds so if he's not on there at the VERY second the clock ticks 10:00 you are gonna be SOL. AND if he's never done it before it can be a daunting process. Good luck dad!!!
still tickets available right now,
flooor seat no less
Does this girl not have anythinng else to write about? I got a ticket. But now I think I'll go down to bloor street and scalp it. I drove a truck cross country for 32 years. I can buy a prince ticket too.
Got her just as good.
Then again, single tix are usually available. Happy you are going C.J.!!!
Dad,
Just cause you drove a big rig doesn't mean anything is possible.
CJ - you should make your dad a guest blogger so when you're too busy to post, he can regale us with tales from the road!
I would say that sounds FAAAAAANTASTIC
I know the men would enjoy my tales from the road. The wife and daughter on the other hand!
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