Wherein May screams...WHAT THE FUCK?
When I forgo niceties so I can shell out $200 for a pair of tickets to a show I waited months to see, I expect to see the show in its entirety, not with the last half-hour (of a two-hour performance) omitted. ESPECIALLY WITHOUT EXPLANATION OR APOLOGY.
I thought Frank was going to cry, I really did. I can't remember the last time he looked so sad. The parts he had specifically wanted to see never happened.
Wow. Wow. Wow.
AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
And that's all I can say without revealing too much about myself.
2 comments:
The last half hour was just gone? That's weird! If you find out why I hope you will share.
I'm sorry, love. I'd be WTF'ing all over the place, too.
Not fair. (((hugs))) to Frank, too.
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