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.
OMG. WISH MY DAD WAS AS FUNNY AS YOURS.
ReplyDeleteThat 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.
ReplyDeleteAwesomesauce! Almost as good as a text exchange....btw my hands are starting shake...DT's I suspect, I must be going through withdrawal....
ReplyDeleteI 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!!!
ReplyDeletestill tickets available right now,
ReplyDeleteflooor 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.
ReplyDeleteGot her just as good.
ReplyDeleteThen again, single tix are usually available. Happy you are going C.J.!!!
ReplyDeleteDad,
ReplyDeleteJust 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!
ReplyDeleteI would say that sounds FAAAAAANTASTIC
ReplyDeleteI know the men would enjoy my tales from the road. The wife and daughter on the other hand!
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