6th June
We woke up excited about seeing Wicked today. We had a lazy plan to first see the Tardis at Earl’s Court and to perhaps meander past the British Museum, then grab lunch before our matinee booking.
However- ‘engineering tasks’ on the route we needed to access meant lots of extra travel, diversions and large crowds of very accommodating commuters.
We abandoned the idea of doing anything beyond the Tardis, as we needed to locate our theatre and have a quick bite to eat.
We soon sat in at a closeby McDonalds and as we refreshed ourselves, I got out the Wicked tickets to check details one more time. It was then I noticed that the first ticket said Wednesday June 3. That’s strange, I thought. I turned to the next ticket, then the next. They all said that same date!!
I think the blood probably drained straight from my face as I sat there on Saturday the 6th staring blankly at my Wednesday the 3rd Wicked tickets. Thank goodness Kara was in the loo!
I knew I had to sort it out ASAP if I possibly could, as we had about 40 minutes till show time. Maybe someone wouldn’t show up for their their booking and we could use their tickets. I ran all the way to the theatre and inside, I showed the help desk my pathetic tickets (there is a legitimate reason this mistake was made, dear reader).
He looked at them and then said with real sympathy ‘I am so sorry. You booked these through another company. We cannot refund you.’
I had suspected this, so I instead enquired about any spare seats, at least one for Kara.
He had plenty!!!
I chose the cheapest tickets, seating us in small groupings, but not all together as most of the cheap tickets were gone. The ticket man was keen to keep us together in slightly more expensive seats. I told him I was so broke from the mistake, and that in our original tickets we were not all together either.
He said ok- then popped out for a second. He returned after a few minutes and processed the tickets. As he handed them to me he said, I just spoke to my manager and we have put you all together and moved you to better seats.
!!!!!!!
I nearly cried. What a generous gesture. We had seats just behind the front middle section in the stalls with a close up of all the action. Brilliant brilliant man!
We loved the show, of course and then we had to battle an absolute pulsing throng of commuters. Hundreds of us pushing through the ticket swiping booths and then propelling our bodies into already jam-packed compartments.
In the third train, there was a boy slightly older than Flynn sitting by himself. We were all towering over him holding on to poles and swaying with the train.
He got my attention and said ‘excuse me, how many more stops do you have?’
I wondered if we were crowding him, but I said ‘ 6 stops.’
‘Please take my seat’, he offered.
Awww- what a heart melter (or did he think I look old??)
I told him what a gentleman he is and how proud his parents must be of him ( they were behind me). Such a sweet moment.
Once we got home, Zac and I went to forage for dinner. The local Tesco had 7 different types of pepperoni pizza and no other flavor!!
Dory the Explorer 