So, Lon Allan wouldn’t wait three hours to see anybody, (“Waiting 3 hours is not my way,” Aug. 4). But how does he define “wait”?
Those poor Mötley Crüe fans weren’t exactly standing in a line, twiddling their thumbs.
They had an incredible playground at their fingertips to while away the hours, with regular PA announcements updating and pampering them while they practically drank Canada dry.
On the other hand, I waited five days in line in a cement parking lot for Rolling Stones tickets when I was in college 40 years ago.
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All we did was sunbathe, toss the Frisbee around, do homework, “party” and blast rock music in The Forum’s parking lot for a whole business week.
And the payoff was enormous: My buddies and I wound up with eight tickets in the front row (back when such tickets were actually sold to the first people in line).
Tell Lon to put that in his pipe and smoke it for awhile — with a smile.