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.

Misty Knisely is a columnist for the Pharos-Tribune’s Friday Entertainment page.

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