This is the story:
2 weeks ago me and some buddies booked tickets to the Ensiferum show due today. 10 for an Ensiferum tichet, that's not too shabby at all. We drive up there, 1,5 hours, battle through the city's traffic chaos, and kill two people in our quest of finding a parking space.
When we FINALLY get tp the venue at about 16:35, the guy standing by the door asks us if we have an entry stamp. We say "No, but we booked our tickets."
Then the guy responds "That's too bad, you should have picked them up before 16:30. We put them on sale just five minutes ago, and now they are all sold out. Tough luck." Fucking tough luck indeed. We went away, yelled "Fucking gaybar!" and drove another 1,5 hrs home. For jack shit.
I hope the venue burns down to the ground. Seriously.
We plan on driving in a truck or two loaded with dung and dead goldfishes in the near future.
2 weeks ago me and some buddies booked tickets to the Ensiferum show due today. 10 for an Ensiferum tichet, that's not too shabby at all. We drive up there, 1,5 hours, battle through the city's traffic chaos, and kill two people in our quest of finding a parking space.
When we FINALLY get tp the venue at about 16:35, the guy standing by the door asks us if we have an entry stamp. We say "No, but we booked our tickets."
Then the guy responds "That's too bad, you should have picked them up before 16:30. We put them on sale just five minutes ago, and now they are all sold out. Tough luck." Fucking tough luck indeed. We went away, yelled "Fucking gaybar!" and drove another 1,5 hrs home. For jack shit.
I hope the venue burns down to the ground. Seriously.
We plan on driving in a truck or two loaded with dung and dead goldfishes in the near future.