• Curse $#@& ticketmaster
• Stare at screen in disbelief, seven minutes after sale begins
• Learn secret formula that puts you in a 15+minute queue when you click Find Tickets the second that link becomes available
• Scoop puddled remains of wife off floor
• Jump off cliff in despair

Dammit.

I stand outside the electronic citadel of ticketmaster and shake the e-dust off my sandals. Cursed be you, ticketmaster; may you crumble into financial dust amid scandal and shame.

Unless you have two more tickets lying around?