Ingratitude
Posted: June 19 08, 12:25 pm
My family went out to dinner with my uncle and his wife last night because they're in town for the College World Series. When we told him my dad and I were heading to the stadium early in the morning to get tickets for my family, he asked us if we could get him some as long as they were "behind home plate."
Dad and I get up in the morning to buy two sets of tickets: three for our family, and two for the uncle. A guy who already had tickets for today's game sold them to my dad and I for face value because he couldn't make it. If we were just buying for our group, we could have left.
But, we stay to try and get tickets for my uncle. We wait another three and a half hours after we buy our tickets to make sure he can get some.
When we get to the ticket window, we ask for tickets behind home plate. She says there aren't any, but checks the return pile and finds that somebody did turn in tickets behind home plate, so we buy them.
We call my uncle to tell him the good news, and then he asks us where the seats are, so we tell him.
His response: "Oh, that's too high up. I don't want 'em."
Thanks for nothing, Uncle D-bag. Next time, you can wake up at 5:30 in the morning and head down to the stadium to get your own damn tickets. I could have left at 8:30 if I wasn't waiting to get tickets for you, only for you to say they weren't good enough.
Dad and I get up in the morning to buy two sets of tickets: three for our family, and two for the uncle. A guy who already had tickets for today's game sold them to my dad and I for face value because he couldn't make it. If we were just buying for our group, we could have left.
But, we stay to try and get tickets for my uncle. We wait another three and a half hours after we buy our tickets to make sure he can get some.
When we get to the ticket window, we ask for tickets behind home plate. She says there aren't any, but checks the return pile and finds that somebody did turn in tickets behind home plate, so we buy them.
We call my uncle to tell him the good news, and then he asks us where the seats are, so we tell him.
His response: "Oh, that's too high up. I don't want 'em."
Thanks for nothing, Uncle D-bag. Next time, you can wake up at 5:30 in the morning and head down to the stadium to get your own damn tickets. I could have left at 8:30 if I wasn't waiting to get tickets for you, only for you to say they weren't good enough.