Thursday, June 24, 2010

Message to the Dieties

Dear Universe-God-Buddha-Oprah-Allah (heretofore referred to as UGOBU),

The Matron must take up an issue with the entities that guide the globe. Her is a pressing concern, one that has a dramatic effect on the lives of millions, daily. Morality, money, quality of life, commerce and eternity are all at stake

Honorable UGOBU, the Matron is required to remind you that Satan has set forth much evil in the world: tornadoes, floods, tsunamis, earthquakes, serial killers and adults who purposely hurt the feelings of small children. To these evils, she has adjusted. She has even softened some of the crust on her heart in the face of Satan’s Familiar, the dog He of All Bad Intent planted beside her. Indeed, Scruffy’s presence has made the Matron practice daily gratitude, as in “things could be worse you still have your legs and don’t need diapers.”

But she has recently been introduced to a new, alarming and apparently uncontrollable and all-powerful calamity.


Need she write more?

The web site itself instigates the wicked spell. Navigation is pretty much impossible and when one does call the ‘customer service’ number, querying about a ticket’s return, ‘customer service’ turns out to be a sales person who in turn tells you to hold while he connects to customer service. Then you get sales again, no matter what number from the web site you dial.

And she has nothing against India as a nation and people, but wonders if the nuances of language, time and distance render the conversation complex.

Matron: “I’m wondering what your policy about returning a ticket is?”

Person Probably Not Making Enough Money for the Tortuous Job (heretofore referred to as PPNMEMTJ): “Pardon? Earning a ticket? You buy ticket.”

Matron: “I’m wondering what your policy is about returning tickets.” Notice how she switched around some verbs, aiming for better understanding.

PPNMEMTJ: “Pardon? There is no way to earn your ticket.”

And so on.

UGOBU, the Matron was on hold for 30 minutes. She dialed 22 numbers and spent another forty minutes on the web site running through circles of language without substance or concrete outcomes. She thought she spent $40 and then realized that in the world that is Ticketmaster, $40 is actually $69. Or $80.

The other problem here is that one cannot avoid the behemoth that controls all events, including Public Radio shows like Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me, which is the very sharp, innocent, non-rock-n-roll event the Matron initially intended to see. The hidden fees, the monopoly, the complexity, the tyranny – if Ticketmaster was a government there would be talk of Sadam Hussein.

Suggestion? Human beings should be allowed to call or drive to a theater box office and purchase a ticket. Period.

The Matron appreciates UGOBU’s attention to this urgent matter – and while Your Greatness is attending, could she please just have her $69 refunded?


cardinal said...
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cardinal said...

Sorry about leaving a post and then deleting it. I THOUGHT I had my damn Google settings the way I wanted. I have an unusual name, and a reason to not be tracked easily.

Ahem. What I wanted to say was:
Loathe Ticketmaster.
Adore Wait, Wait.
Loved them when they came to Santa Barbara.

Perhaps you could use your wicked internet-fu to find a fan of the show, rather than go through corporate?

Minnesota Matron said...

Cardinal -- I wish! It is a complete closed door. Ticketmaster or nothing. I feel like I wasted $150 recently because of my sporting goods shopping trip with Merrick and bailing on my pre-purchased Wait Wait ticket. Oh well. . .

Anonymous said...

Matron, Do you ever sleep? Sorry about the Q if you have the A in previous posts!

Minnesota Matron said...

No, the Matron does not require sleep.

Daisy said...

I am in agreement with other commenters.
1. Detest Ticketmaster.
2. Love Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me!
3. Would love to be able to drive (or walk, for that matter) to the theater and buy my ticket there.
4. Outsourcing? Stinks.

Anonymous said...

Amen. Ticketmaster is so evil. And everywhere. GRRR.