Filed under 'too much information' but also 'new favorite story', I found out that my non-appearance at the Triple Rock this weekend to see a friend's show caused all sorts of problems. Particularly when Karen got to the door and found it it was a cash-only venue. She didn't have the cash in-hand and didn't have the pin number to her new cash card in order to fetch some. So she stood there, simply arguing with the bouncer saying, "Margaret Andrews is on the list. Can you check please? But, only, see,I'm not Margaret Andrews. I'm her friend. MARGARET. ANDREWS. Yup, that's her. Now may I please get in?"
Yeah, that didn't work out so well either. Apparently you really do have to be Margaret Andrews to get in.
Finally she resorted to the old, "Look buddy. Margaret Andrews is my friend and she laid up at home with cramps so she couldn't be here. Now may I please just get in to see my friend play in his band?"
No more questions. The guy simply looked for any open skin - wrist, hand, forehead, whatevs - to stamp as quicklky as possible and ushered her right in without a further peep.
It's a new approach, yes, but I think I like it. Huh. Never would have that of that one myself.
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Having cramps gets you alot actually...but I'm sorry you couldn't go.