Archive for January 2009
Oh boy. This is a fun one.
So some of you know I have a bad back and because of this I often walk with a cane.
When things are good they are ok but when they are bad I can’t stand for long periods of time. Most of the time I am in some form of pain. This makes certain things in life difficult – one of them is going to rock concerts.
I’ve had my share of aggravations in the past and I have learned that it is possible to get accessible seating – usually in the front row of a section where there is only a rail in front of you and you can sit for the entire concert without your view blocked. Usually this is a balcony – sometimes they even set up folding chairs next to where they put the wheelchairs.
Previous horror stories abound.
Fleetwood Mac is coming to town and I really wanted to see them. I missed them once a few years ago and Lindsey Buckingham is one of my favorite performers (I got to see him a few years ago and it was great – seating troubles at that one too).
So I go online to ticketmaster and I click the accessible seats box – fill out the form – explain my need for limited mobility seating (walk with a cane – can’t stand for long periods) and hit submit.
I get a reply saying they will work on it and get back to me.
An hour later I get a reply saying I need a prerelease code.
So I reply with one.
Then they ask me for a prerelease code.
So I reply with one.
Then they ask me for a prerelease code.
So I reply with one.
This is not a cut and paste error – this is the actual back and forth.
Then they tell me that they are all out of accessible prerelease tickets and that I need to email them again in the morning.
In the morning they get back to me with an offer of two seats and the ability to purchase them within 2 days. So far so good. Problem is – you can’t see on the map exactly where the seats are just what section (very far from the stage BTW) and I have been placed behind people before and still told it was ‘accessible’.
So I emailed them asking if they could clarify what is in front of me. Since the website only was general could they tell me more about the location of the seats.
They emailed me back telling me that they don’t have a better map and that I need to go in person to a sales office where they might have one.
Now I admit I got angry at this point. Because
1) If you don’t know where these seats are then how do you know that they meet my accessibility needs? (Which were clear in the email)
2) Did you really just email someone who has been identified as limited mobility and tell them they had to physically go somewhere for more information?
They emailed me back saying they could be of no further assistance and to call the arena.
I emailed them back asking who I registered a complaint with and …. no emails anymore.
So I called the arena and they were very nice and told me that the section ‘should’ have a clear view if I was sitting. I then asked about the sections that I normally sat it – the balcony near the stage – and she told me that she couldn’t help me there and to talk to ticketmaster.
So I emailed Ticketmaster again – no reply.
So I called Ticketmaster and the guy told me he could only talk about the tickets that were available and only those. I asked if they had every been available. He said he couldn’t say. At this point I wanted to know if during the whole send your code – here is your code – send your code fiasco I lost out on better accessible seating. He said he couldn’t tell me.
So he sent me to a supervisor – who had the entire transcript in front of her – and I tried to ask her about it and she started to yell at me.
She told me that Ticketmaster had more than one concert to deal with, that she couldn’t comment on online customer service because it was a separate division, that it was the promoters fault for not providing enough ticket and at one point said:
“Listen, I’m sorry that your in a wheelchair but this all we can do for you.”
Nice. I told her I didn’t expect much from them – that Ticketmaster had always been a pain in the ass – that I knew it was bad before I had my accessibility problems but I expected them to be able to at least answer my concern:
Did I lose out on better seats because of the screw up from the online customer service that is documented on THEIR server in an email transcript?
She told me that it was none of my business.
So I emailed the promoter – LiveNation. I have to say that even though they were useless they were very nice. They listed to my entire story – offered a kind apology and then pointed their finger back at Ticketmaster, The Arena, and the band’s management.
With everyone having no authority – its amazing these concerts even go on!
At the end of the day – I have tickets – I paid good money for a distant view that in theory is unblocked.
If you got this far and wonder why I go through the aggravation – it is simply that I would rather be aggravated now and be sure I had good seats – then show up to the concert and have some guy stand in front of me for two hours who got his seats somewhere else.
The supervisor’s attitude was so angry and her words were so rude and wrong.
I have since found out that the ONLY way to complain to Ticketmaster is in a letter.
Trust me its coming….
I don’t know about the rest of you but in my life there are three types of bills:
1) The autopays
2) The pay it yourself online
3) The send in a check
I am horrible about the third. So much so that my wife pays those.
Anyways, earlier this month I messed up on one of the seconds and found myself getting a call from Wells Fargo because my car payment was late – just a slip up – I have the money and everything just forgot to pay them.
The man of course tried to get me to pay on the phone and incur an $8 fee (on top of the $20 for being late). No thank you I said. I am late and since late is late I will just make a double payment online on the first. He said that was ok. He then asked if I was having ‘hard times’ and could explain why I was late. Told him everything was fine and that they would get the money on the first.
At that point I did wonder why they asked – are they doing a survey? do they care? do they collect excuses? But I digress.
This morning I woke up to a phone call of a lady asking me if I knew my car payment was 24 days late? Yes – Yes I do.
Then she asked when I planned on paying it. So I told her I had made arrangements weeks ago to pay it on the first – since again it wouldn’t make a difference once I was late – I mean they already charged me $20 for the delay.
Why are you harassing me about this? I already made arrangements for the first?
— Well I am just calling to verify that you are still going to pay on the first.
No – No that is not what you said when you called you were trying to get me to pay today.
— Well, I just got to that part of the notes – its the same thing. But you need to pay on the phone with me today because you won’t get your payment in on time.
I was going to pay online.
— Oh no – we turned that off – you can’t pay online because you are 17 days late.
Ok, then I will send a check.
– Oh no – it won’t get here in time, you will be late again.
But it takes two days for a check to get there.
– But we won’t process is for 7 to 10 days.
Wait a second, you have on record that I have arrangements to pay online on the first. Why would you then turn that off?
– So you learn your lesson about being on time.
What? Did you really just tell me that I made arrangements and you are now changing the terms of them so I learn my ‘lesson’? Get me a supervisor.
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So the supervisor does this whole song and dance and tells me that I needed to talk to customer service.
So I call customer service – and they were like – your online account is fine – your can pay whenever you like.
WTF!
So I paid – today – before the first – for January and February.
Thank you Wells Fargo!
About 4 years ago, when I was a young looking 27 year old, I was mugged and my wallet stolen. The next day, I was in need of cigarettes, and took my passport with me because I was frequently carded. I walked into a gas station with my shiner, waited for a long time in line, and the woman asked for ID. When I handed her my passport, she tossed it back to me and informed me that she does not accept passports as valid ID. I attempted to explain that the passport trumps the drivers license, but there was clearly no explaining it to her. I took another tactic by explaining that while I am glad that I look younger than thirty, but clearly I am not under 18. She explained that if I was over 18 I would have a drivers license. I explained that I was mugged the day before and pointed to my shiner. She responded “sucks to be you . . . Next customer!” This would normally have angered me, but with a nicotine fit and no cigarettes, I was incensed! But just stomped out of the establishment, and left my dignity at the counter.