My husband Sam spent over $500 to get the tickets to take me to a concert with one of my number one artists.
This was supposed to be a birthday present, however with that much currency on the line, we made it a mother’s afternoon, birthday, and birthday present.
It was one of the best and most thoughtful gifts Sam had ever purchased me. The evening of the concert I was so excited. I had to pee shortly after getting inside, but I refused to go back outside to use the portable restrooms until the intermission. I was having too much fun. I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave then, but I could not wait another hour. I went outside and stood in line at the portable restrooms, then one of the other ladies was griping about how they should have had at least ten more portable restrooms, and I had to concur with her, and some of them were prancing around, hoping not to pee their pants. It was such an awfully long wait, but by the time I got into the portable restroom, I knew I had missed the start of the second half of the concert. I had waited in line for over half an hour, and I still needed to find my way back to my seat. I had my ticket in my pants pocket, so I had my seat number, however anywhere in line or on the way to the portable restrooms. I had to call Sam, and ask him where our seats were; that was if he could hear his phone ringing over all the din of the noise.