As they like to say in the viral videos, wait for it …
Let me tell you a story about my Monday. I took the day off work because I had purchased tickets for a concert in Cincinnati, Ohio.
The show wasn’t until 7:30 p.m. so I enjoyed a slow morning and got a late start, heading out about noon for the nearly three-hour trek. It was a gorgeous late summer day so I had the windows down and the music up, singing my way to Ohio.
I had intermittent thoughts on the drive about not getting a hotel room and hoping I wouldn’t regret it on the long drive home later. I’d be traveling in the wee hours of morning but I figured I could call my friend in Oregon should I get tired. Sometimes his living in a different time zone comes in handy.
As I’m driving on the interstate in Cincinnati heading in the direction of downtown, I see a store I love but haven’t shopped at in years. I wasn’t on a tight schedule so I figured why not stop?
After an hour of strolling the store and a few small purchases, I get back in my car and continue toward downtown. Before rush-hour hit, I was parked in the downtown garage I researched in advance. Even with my unexpected stop, all was going to plan.
I walked the scenic route to the restaurant I had Googled the day prior. (Read: I got lost.) With time to spare, I left the restaurant and headed for the theater.
From about a block away I could see the theater and noticed there was no crowd waiting outside. Odd, I thought, because the doors were scheduled to open soon.
As I get to the door of the theater, I find out why.
“Tonight’s performance has been canceled due to illness,” read a sign on the door.
I couldn’t help but stand there and laugh.
I purchased my ticket through a third-party vendor, which left me out of the official notification loop. In the vendor’s defense, they did text me on the drive home that the show was canceled.