Joe: An Out of Body Experience
300 words!? thats easy i thought. So i opened up wordpad to start an amazing essay that would create an out of body experience for anybody who read it and as i set my fingers to the keys absolutley nothing came to mind. so i sat and thought, “why do i deserve these tickets” and i came to the conclusion that nodody really “Deserves” these tickets everybody wants them. theres no reason that anybody would really need these tickets for anything, unless you literally can’t live without loud noises, a crowded stadium, a little girl and a couple guys painted blue. people just want them because they think it will make there life better. but the reality of it is, that after the show everything will be just as it was and all you’ll have left is ears that are ringing and an already fading memory of “that one time”.
I used to work at Albertson’s at the service desk where i would do returns, money orders, moneygrams, sell cigerettes and help customers calm down when they’re pissed and i also sold concert tickets for ticketmaster and when Hannah Montana would come to town i would have to get up early in the morning to go sell tickets to the many mothers who thought those tickets would make thier life better. I would pull into work and i would see a line that i already knew was from the service desk inside the store, stretching all the way outside and into the parking lot where the line just kept growing and having a few months of experience i already knew that not even half of these people would get a ticket and there would be a riot of soccer moms flipping over eachothers vans and starting fires in the store. so as i walked through the crowd to try to get in the store i tried not looking like i was going to the service desk because if i did everybody would just start asking ridiculous questions that they should’ve already known before they came to wait in a really long line and as the tickets went on sale each person would take 10-20minutes trying to decide how much they wanted to spend or which seats were better and in an hour i mightve helped 10 out of 80 or more people and everybody else in the line was just getting more and more impatient. By the third long and hard migraine causing hour the tickets were sold out. “ooo crap” i said under my breath and i walked around the service desk into the store and began to tell people that they were sold out, selling all those tickets to so many indecisive people was hard and i thought i did the best i could to keep my calm, yet work as fast as possible and as soon as i told everybody that the show was sold out everybody started yelling ” I demand to see your manager, i can tell that you don’t like your job and you’re not trying your best to help me the customer” or ” he just wants this to be over, the tickets aren’t sold out, he’s just lazy!” and at this point i thought what is this little girl doing to our nation that is causing all these people to hate me? from there i decided that i need(want) to see what all this is about. and this show at the stadium of fire would be that perfect chance to justify all those mothers that spat in my face and nearly killed me that day at albertson’s. It would hopefully help my nightmares go away, or atleast lessen in the intensity of the violence. so for the sake of these mothers…. and for the sake of my sanity i need to be at this show. with 3 other people to discuss it with after.