Last Saturday night, bored, make an impulse decision to buy soccer tickets. Get some really nice seats, front row of the second level. Seats 1 and 2, on the aisle.
Get to the stadium moments before kick-off, head to our section, there’s a guy and his wife sitting in the two seats on the aisle. I ask if they’re sure they’re in the right place and show him my tickets: seats 1 and 2, right on the aisle. He looks confused, apologizes, they leave. As my wife and I are sitting down, I see the little seat number I missed before. These are seats 20 and 19…the wrong end of the row from where we’re supposed to be. I mistakenly assumed the seats were numbered left to right, but they’re right to left for some reason.
Cringe, wonder if they’ll notice or if they’ll just take the open seats down on the far end of the row. Look over and I see the guy looking at seats 1 and 2 and scowling. The teams are lining up, the game has just started. I sigh and head into the concourse, catch up with the guy as he is coming back down from the right side of the section.
I apologize, say it was totally my mistake, offer to let them keep seats 1-2 since they’re here already, guy insists on taking back seats 20-19 since that’s what he paid for. Completely understand, sorry again for the misunderstanding.
While we’re in the concourse straightening things out, the home team scores what will end up being their only goal of the game. We both miss it. We go on to lose 3-1.
Literally all the time, but OK…
Last Saturday night, bored, make an impulse decision to buy soccer tickets. Get some really nice seats, front row of the second level. Seats 1 and 2, on the aisle.
Get to the stadium moments before kick-off, head to our section, there’s a guy and his wife sitting in the two seats on the aisle. I ask if they’re sure they’re in the right place and show him my tickets: seats 1 and 2, right on the aisle. He looks confused, apologizes, they leave. As my wife and I are sitting down, I see the little seat number I missed before. These are seats 20 and 19…the wrong end of the row from where we’re supposed to be. I mistakenly assumed the seats were numbered left to right, but they’re right to left for some reason.
Cringe, wonder if they’ll notice or if they’ll just take the open seats down on the far end of the row. Look over and I see the guy looking at seats 1 and 2 and scowling. The teams are lining up, the game has just started. I sigh and head into the concourse, catch up with the guy as he is coming back down from the right side of the section.
I apologize, say it was totally my mistake, offer to let them keep seats 1-2 since they’re here already, guy insists on taking back seats 20-19 since that’s what he paid for. Completely understand, sorry again for the misunderstanding.
While we’re in the concourse straightening things out, the home team scores what will end up being their only goal of the game. We both miss it. We go on to lose 3-1.