October 29, 2006
I've figured out why TicketMaster has such outrageous convenience charges. They use the money to fund their employee idiocy training. Because people that rude and stupid don't grow on trees. Thank god.
Yesterday we went to TicketMaster to buy tickets to today's UP game and, after waiting for ten minutes while the employees searched for a roll of tape, a guy finally came over to help us. If you can call it help. We asked for tickets to the UP soccer game and the twit hit a few keys on his computer, curtly said there were no tickets left, then walked off before we could ask him if he was certain about that. I wanted to make the guy come back to check for tickets again, but Ross pointed out that TicketMaster luvs making money so obviously if there had been tickets left, they would have sold them to us.
Not trusting the TicketMaster dork, we went over to UP today anyway and was the game sold out? Noooo. We walked right up and bought tickets no problem, at which point I told Ross that we were stopping by TicketMaster on the way home so that we could disembowel their so called customer service clerks for nearly causing us to miss the last UP regular season home game. And what peeved me ever more is that UP held a fund raiser/equipment drive today for a youth soccer organization in Ghana but, since we'd been told the game was sold out, we didn't buy anything to donate since we didn't think we were going to the game. Luckily Ross had $20 on him, and we donated that, but we would have liked to give a lot more.
Stupid TicketMaster. Not only do they charge exorbitant convenience charges and have the world's worst customer service, they also hate children in Africa and deprive them of soccer funding. And there's also that thing with Paul Allen totally f'ing up the Blazers, but that's fodder for a totally different rant.
But UP did win today, beating Pepperdine 3-1. Now there's just one more regular season game, next Saturday against Loyola Marymount, and then it's on to the playoffs. Now the only problem is that, if playoff games are held in Portland, the tickets will be sold through, yes, that's right, the wonder tards at TicketMaster. And suffice it to say that if TicketMaster's ineptness prevents us from getting playoff tickets, I will turn into a homicidal maniac.
You've been warned TicketMaster. Give me playoff tickets or I'll give you a hot soccer ball enema of death.
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