So I log on to Ticketmaster to get Great American Beer Festival tickets this year.
For starters the sale is supposed to start at ten mountain time. The page isn’t availble until ten after ten, so I’m sitting here refreshing every few seconds.
Then when I go through all the rigamarole to purchase my tickets, authorizing the “service fees” typing in the captcha that now includes pictures of numbers as well as oddly fonted words, the message comes up that no exact matches can be found.
Fuck.
Try again, changing parameters like number of tickets and nights available, still no luck.
So I call. The friendly robot voice tells me to press one to avoid waiting on hold, and access their automatic system. I punch one. After a couple of beeps, I’m right back on hold with the same music and oddly mechanical voice telling me the average wait time is 10-15 minutes.
When I finally talk to a person, she goes through my entire purchase before telling me at the end that there are no more tickets available for any day.
I realize pitting Ticketmaster is on par with pitting Hitler or Lucifer himself, bu Ihave no idea how these meat sacks have managed to stay a viable company for so long.
Sigh.