I bought three tickets to a concert so my husband, kid, and I could see a band we really like. About two hours before the concert, just as we leave, my kid has a panic attack and insists on not going. We call everyone we know who is within driving distance, and everyone we ask is either too tired or has other plans.
About forty-five minutes later, my husband and I decide we’ll just go and the third ticket — about $50 after fees — will be a wash.
We wait in line, and just as we are almost in the venue, I spot a solitary guy buying a ticket at the box office. I quickly step out of line and approach him.
Me: “I’m sorry to bother you, but are you buying just one ticket?”
Guy: “Yes?”
Me: “Okay. I have a spare ticket; come with me and I’ll get you in.”
Guy: “Really?”
I’m rushing as my husband is almost to the security portion of the check-in.
Me: “Yes, but we have to go now.”
The guy is confused but follows me.
Guy: “Okay…”
We hop back in line and get through security. My husband, being a doofus, forgets things in his pocket and takes a little longer to get through the process. The random guy and I are at the ticket scanner.
Guy: *Reaching for his wallet* “I don’t have much in cash, but I can give you probably $20.”
Me: “Don’t worry about it. I’m just happy the ticket is getting used!”
Guy: “Are you sure? I can’t believe this. It was my birthday this weekend, but things haven’t been going so great. This is the first good thing that has happened in a while.”
My husband catches up to us, and I get the three tickets scanned. As we get through, the guy pulls out his wallet again.
Guy: “Are you sure you don’t want any cash?”
Me: “I’m sure! Get yourself a drink and have a good time! And happy birthday!”
Guy: “Well, thank you!”
We went our merry way. Throughout the night, I saw the guy chatting with a friend of his, and he looked to be having a great time.
Wherever you are, random guy, I hope that your luck turned around and that good things came your way again!