Peed on
The current issue of Details carries a profile of the aging and unapologetic Pee-wee Herman. (Am I still pissed? You bet.)
(By the way, no, I don’t subscribe to Details. But I now seem to be getting it free in the mail. Hey, if they’re going to offer all the content for free on the web, why not print it and mail it for free, too? Which makes me wonder if the Pennysaver giveaways didn’t have the right idea all along.)
Back to Pee-wee: When I finally finally was able to get through to Ticketmaster about the ticket “exchange,” I found that my order had been “canceled,” but now I had the delicious opportunity to order worse seats for far more money. The humidity in Burbank that day came from all the steam pouring out of my ears. And then, to add insult to injury, as though the bait and switch weren’t bad enough, the refund didn’t come until two weeks after promised, meaning they banked my money the entire time and took a float on it.
Yes, Pee-wee and his management team and everyone else involved will be getting a letter from the state department of consumer affairs as soon as I file a case.
I’m going back to mourning Soupy Sales now.