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So me, Carly, Chad and Jen had tickets to go see the sneak preview of Sin City, a movie that looks wickedly wicked and which I was most excited to sample. However, the sad sad death of the Tempo and differently abledness of the Blue Beather left us at the whim of the Grand River Transit system - first time I've rode the bus since working in the plastic factory. But that's aight. I was singing songs and flyin' high as we rode the number 12 bus down University Ave. You know. Basking in the glories of public transportation.

But suddenly something went horribly wrong! Satan-bus number 12 turned RIGHT on King instead of LEFT and we suddenly realized that we were en route to Fairview Mall due to some crazy fuck-up with the bus's electronic sign. Now Fairview Mall is a very fine place, if you happen to enjoy surgical clothing displays and teenieboppers, but Sin City was clearly not there. No Sin City. Only shopping. Problem.

Shenannigans erupted and we were engulfed in a flurry of running and kicking and checking bus times and chain smoking (me). Good old number 7C came through in a pinch, albeit minutes late, and we arrived at Galaxy with rosy cheeks and related stupidity. We got in line just in time to see a Galaxyboy on the far side of the cordons handing away the last tickets to the show.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" I said, and then I said "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" again. But to no avail. We were told to come back with our oversized novelty tickets at some other time - ostensibly some time when the movie is fully released in theatres and the badassness of seeing Sin City before anyone else has faded. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I blame the GRT.

Posted by Chris at 11:52 PM >> Commentations (0)