Tickets for a Flight of the Conchords concert went on sale twenty-three minutes ago. They are now sold out.
I called in at 10am and got through, but the phone rang for about two minutes, which made me think my call had been lost or something, I don't know how phones work. So I hung up and dialed back again. Busy. Again. Busy. Again and again on my way home from school. Busy. Busy. Busy.
I called 51 times.
Finally at 10:06 I got through again. The phone rang for six minutes. I waited. And waited. An operator picked up, and told me the bad news.
If only I hadn't've hung up that first time. I wouldn't be in the misery I am now.
I'm not crying. It's just been raining. On my face.
Wo is me: Flight of the Conchords Edition
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I'm sorry! That really is sad! How exciting that would have been to hear "It's Business Time" up close and personal!
And if I AM cryin', it's not 'cuz of you. I'm just thinkin' about a friend of mine—who you don't know—who is dyin'. That's right. Dyin'.
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