#3 - Backwards systems in electronic times
Ed Sheeran (The only ginger dude I'd run away with) is playing a gig at Doncaster Dome sometime in November, and tickets are on sale through the website. So, giddy as schoolgirls, Paul and I rush online to get our tickets. Anxiously, we wait for the website to load, and patiently we search for where to book these tickets, eyes gleaming with glorious hope...
And then...
Then we're confronted by a page that basically has "Call Boxoffice" plastered over it. It's almost 10.30 at night, why the fuck, and how the fuck, are we meant to book tickets in a box office that isn't even fucking open?
Good grief, Dome, it's not 1996 anymore. Phoning somewhere to buy tickets is so insanely backwards. I wanna buy them online damn it. Sort your crappy system out.
Totally calling them in the morning through ;)
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