Sunday, November 04, 2012
Waiting in line.
Being patient with badly managed events.
Last night I had a ticket to a spaghetti dinner fund raiser. My friend and her husband wanted to sit together, so she suggested we get there early to grab a table for us and our friends. Seemed like a good idea.
I wasn't too surprised that we had to wait outside before the 6:00 PM scheduled time of the event. But at 6:15 when we were still outside waiting with 30-40 other people who had tickets, I was beginning to get impatient. Finally, Anita somehow got inside leaving me outside with her husband. She texted us and said we should go to the door and insist on being admitted, so we did.
Long story short, by 6:30 less than half the ticket holders had been admitted and some guy was yelling into a microphone that everyone should sit down. Apparently he didn't understand the concept of a microphone meaning you don't have to yell. I realized that the volume of the mic was so high that it would be painful for me to sit through the evening. Also, I was not looking forward to a dinner of pasta and gooey sauces.
They already had my money [it was a fund raiser], so i just left. I enjoyed fruit salad and a slice of cheese for supper and preserved my hearing.
Thank you for listening to me whine.