I could wring his bloody neck....

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OH and I are supposed to be going to a show tonight. I asked him last night to print out the tickets, as they'd been sent to his email address.

He didn't.

Tonight, when he's gone on to try to print them out, the email service is down. They don't expect it to be back up for "several hours". By which time the show will be finished.

I'm so sodding cross with him. No, it's not his fault that the email folk have a problem, of course it's not, but he was asked to print the fucking things out last night and he ignored me. I've ran round like a blue arsed fly all day getting things done to ensure this evening's dinner etc is all sorted without a hitch, and all he had to do was print two fucking tickets last night.

So we're not going.

I need something deep fried and smothered in chocolate.

GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Can’t you just show the email on your phone?

They must be used to this happening surely. Can’t you go to the box office early or something ?

Could you call the theatre and explain?

Oh no, can you prove you paid by bank statement or CC statement?

Eh? Just show them the email on your phone? Don't understand the drama?

I'd deep fry him.

Then eat the chocolate.

I’m sure the theatre will have a record and be able to help.

You won’t be the only people this has happened too if the server is down

Have you spoke to the venue?

Read the OP! How can she show them on her phone if she can’t access emails. It’s not rocket science.

Call the venue. They may let him in with ID/ the card he paid on.

He doesn't remember how he paid, where he bought them online and is doing the "I couldn't help it" helpless face at me. Ironically, it's more HIS thing than mine (not a show as such - a talk by a world class mountaineer in a local conference centre that he was really keen on going to). We may just have to bite the bullet and buy another two tickets on the door. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, I suppose. I just wish he'd done what I'd asked him to, the prat.

Still, it's not the end of the world, I just needed to let off steam without actually wringing his neck. Venting has released some of the irritation.

I can't get access to any emails, Daisydando. The whole system is down, at the UK2 end.

Oh sorry. it's been a looooooong day. But seriously this is not unusual and I'm sure the box office will do their best.

Worst case scenario they make you wait til everyone else is seated and when they see there are two seats left they accept your version of events and let you go in and sit down - ??
It sounds like quite a niche thing for someone to try and gatecrash ...

However, on a separate note, the ‘I couldn’t help it’ helpless face (as you so excellently describe it) is lawful justification for murder. So you’re perfectly entitled to be angry.

Why grown men think it’s acceptable to fuck up and then act like a puppy that’s just weed on the carpet, I don’t know.

Just call the theatre and see if it’s ok for you to turn up with ID, they must have a record of who bought what ticket there.
Most theatres I’ve been to have a computerised system these days.

Eek, I thought the printing out was the issue. I still think you could ring and hope. Next time I’ll read better.

I had similar happen for an online movie ticket and they looked the tickets up on their computer. All I had to do was give them our name and the time of the show.

If he doesn't delete his history, you should be able to find the link where he bought the tickets. Maybe they'll have a 'reprint' or 'text to phone' option? Or at least you'd be able to tell the box office where he bought the tickets.

"Why grown men think it’s acceptable to fuck up and then act like a puppy that’s just weed on the carpet, I don’t know."

Grown men don't.

I’d still go!

The system is at fault so I can’t see why the box office wouldn’t help, there system isn’t working so they are at fault 🤷🏻‍♀️ I doubt you are the only people gone to print them today and been unable too

He's allowed to live! Uk2 have drum roll please fixed the problem! Tickets printed, dinner eaten, dishes being done by idiotman as I write and cinders here shall go to the ball. I just checked on the off chance and voila! He's driving as penance so I get to have gin...

you enjoy that gin!