Monday, September 20, 2010
I am frustrated and angry and just plain mad. I want to see the musical Wicked that is going to be at the Tulsa PAC in November. I didn't see it last year when it came through so this morning I have spent the past hour in telephone ring-around-the-rosie hell. I just happened to get a flyer in the mail this weekend with wonderful pretty pictures and a phone number to call. I decided I wanted to buy season tickets because we also have Beauty and the Beast and 9 to 5, plus Burn the Floor a ballroom dancing show I thought The Hubby might like. I called the phone number listed for season tickets and it was an automated number that told me to call an 877 number for season tickets. I called. I wanted to talk to an actual person so I could get as close to the seats I wanted as possible. The first time around I got an automated kind of person that was interactive, I asked to "transfer" and was connected to a live person. I told her I wanted to buy season tickets and she told me that the phone number was only individual tickets. She gave me the original number to call. I thought well, I must have missed something in the message and called again. Nope, didn't miss a thing. I called the 877 number again and got a guy who was very helpful, but, no dice. No phone number to call. I decided to check out Celebrity Attractions and try to buy online tickets only to get in some kind of a loop there. They are going to force me to go downtown and personally buy the damn tickets. I am not happy but I WANT to see that show.