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The musical legend Bob Dylan is coming to town and I scored a couple tickets online . But it wasn’t pretty.

I knew they’d go fast, so I set up a little command centre at the computer. At 9 am on Saturday morning, I started dialing and loading the website.

I dial and loaded. Busy signal. Slow website. More busy-ness. Re-dial. Busy again. Website going nowhere fast. Swearing at phone signal. Website sloooowwww.

And finally, I was in. But things just got uglier once inside. Word verification. Wrong. And wrong again. Postal code. Wrong. Delivery method? Huh? You mean like caesarian or natural delivery?

And then, after feverishly filling the whole thing out and finally getting it right, I hit Submit. And what did the website do? Load. Load. Looooooaaadddddddd.

And….. opps, time out. Start over again.

WHAT? Who the…? What the…? How the …?

But it your fault, you see, because when you hit this word “Submit”, that is what you are doing: submitting. To the machine. You are a powerless peon. Your actions are futile. If you get tickets, they will be in the nose bleed section.

That is your destiny. So, go head, Submit.