Colora-d’oh!

I’m working the ticketing desk of a large museum. A family with two children approaches my desk.

Mother: “Hi, the ticket taker said there was something wrong with my ticket. Can you help me?”

Me: “Sure. That’s interesting; I’ve never seen this kind of ticket before… Uh, ma’am, these tickets are for a museum in Washington.”

We’re in Colorado.

Mother: “Really? I let my twelve-year-old buy them. They still work, though, right?”

Me: *Pauses* “No, sorry, they’re not for our museum.”

Mother: “But I already paid for them!”

Me: “But you didn’t pay us. We have no affiliation with that museum whatsoever.”

She stormed off to talk with the rest of her family. I don’t remember if she actually bought a ticket for our museum or not.