Thursday, March 29, 2007
YOUR TICKETS ARE HERE.
Coop was bitching earlier today about not having gotten her tickets, and then a few hours later, how they had arrived. That sent me to the phone, to the Mets Ticket Office, where an earnest young man proceeded to try to explain to me that, no, they couldn’t give me my tracking number because there were so many people getting tickets.
MG: “Right. You sent tickets to the same amount of people during the playoffs and you did this.”
MTO: “But they’re not coming from here—”
MG: “They’re coming from Arkansas. Again, so did the playoff tickets.”
MTO: *silence* “Let me transfer you to someone in customer service.”
This then involved TBF and I chasing DHL around somewhere off the Gowanus Expressway, in a part of town so deserted TBF refused to let me wait in the car. And then, a very annoyed DHL employee dealing with two highly excited customers happy to wait for them to find their box, no matter how long it took.
The results:
The media guide, and the ticket booklet. See, it really does say “your tickets are here” (the counterpart to “your season has come”. seriously, the creative team needs to be hit in the head with the real life version of the shovel bat below)
The attractive commemorative pen, complete with shovel-bat. (Bat-shovel?)
The beauty shot. *sigh*
NICE!!!
I’m in Section 14 in the mezz. Stop by for a beer!!