Yesterday I told you about a near disaster involving World Series tickets in 1978. Today, another ticket mishap.
It was, probably, the summer of 1979. We lived in Santa Monica and were attending a rare day game at Dodger Stadium. We got all the way to the stadium and into the parking lot and a parking spot. When my ex grabbed for the tickets, they weren’t in his pocket. He checked the glove box of the car. Not there. Behind the visor? Not there. He asked if he had given me the tickets. Nope. He had forgotten them at home. Luckily, I didn’t get blamed for it. Tickets were his responsibility. So there we went, driving back to Santa Monica for the tickets. And because it was a weekday, in the very early afternoon, there was no traffic so we were able to make it back to the stadium in time to catch the bottom of the first inning.
After that, it became kind of a joke. Before leaving home, I always asked, “Do you have the tickets?” Chuckle. Chuckle.
Wasted Days And Wasted Nights 
It’s not baseball related, but my worse (maybe 😉 ) ticket episode was on the second date with the woman I eventually married. I reached the theater first and bought tickets. I was early (as usual) and she was running behind. I sat, paced, looked out the window, etc. until she showed up (pre-cell phone). So I reached into my jacket pocket and there were no tickets. So, stand in line again, buy tickets again and we miss the first few minutes of the movie… Yet she still married me 😉
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And the rest is history! 😉
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