I’ve been quietly shitting myself for a couple of months now.
I didn’t even tell Hubbie about my horrible toilet disposition until just recently, when I felt I might have to forewarn him in the event of some horrible Murphy’s Law eventuating.
You see, earlier this year we purchased tickets to a Sia concert at the end of November. I’ve been waiting for them to arrive since August ended, since that is what was anticipated by the ticket company upon purchase.
Well, come end of August, and still, NO TICKETS.
Why did I start to freak, other than the obvious of clearly wanting to get tickets to a show I purchased?
Well, Hubbie is a HUGE Sia fan. After reading in an interview a while back that said she would never tour, he then proclaimed that if she were to EVER actually do it and come here, he would pay big bucks for the occasion.
Which leads me to my second diarrhoea composition. We did end up spending BIG BUCKS when she announced her tour, so much so that it put a terrific dent in our credit card, something we are still paying for! (in EVERY sense of the word).
And lastly, when I bought these tickets online, I purposefully DIDN’T purchase ticket insurance, OR organise the extra fee for them to be delivered via registered mail.
Why?! I had just spent a small fortune as it was. I know it is bonkers, but I didn’t want to spend more, even if it were for peace of mind, when I had already put more money than we could handle onto these tickets.
So, instead, I started to sweat. Through my arse.
But alas, today! Today we finally received them, safely and in one piece.
I have tucked them away for safe-keeping, and I will remember this scenario as a word of warning for myself in the future…
Purchase the God-damn ticket insurance when you need to take out a mortgage for your concert tickets. That is all.