A read a post, Plans and Sabotage, at Laugh with us Blog, and it reminded me of my own flub a while ago:
When Eddie's mom and friend came to visit us a few months ago, we decided to take them to "The Lion King" on Broadway, the essence of a Broadway musical that we knew they'd love. The tickets were expensive, about $150 each, but we all agreed it would be a well worth it, once in a lifetime experience.
The tickets needed to be purchased all at once in order to get seats together, so I bought them a few weeks before their arrival with our credit card. Excited, I printed the tickets and looked them over. That's when I realized...I bought them for the WRONG weekend!!! I think my heart stopped for a second. Broadway tickets are like airline tickets...the prices constantly change and they're practically impossible to return. I immediately called the theatre, but couldn't get ahold of anyone. I called the 800 emergency number on the tickets, and still had no luck. My next panicked call was to Eddie, where I gushed in terror about how I may have just spent $600 for nothing!
I remembered one of the reasons I love Eddie so much. He told me not to worry about for another second. That it was an accident, and he would call tomorrow. If he couldn't call, he would go into the city and talk to whoever was at the theatre in person. He made me promise that I wouldn't think about it anymore. After that, I felt totally calm and knew that somehow, he would find a way to refund or exchange the tickets. Which he did the next day. I'm an anxious worry wart, Eddie is calm as a lake. We balance nicely.
The outcome of "The Lion King":
Getting Flipped the Bird, Awesome!