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Put me in coach, I know my password
The Piney Woods family voted to take in a Braves game. We checked our calendars and waded through the menus looking for a way to buy tickets for just one game, please. The Yanks and Red Sox are out as the Braves front office believes demand is so high they can demand you buy three additional games to see either of those legendary teams.
We whittled our choice down to Pittsburgh (doing much better this year), clicked our date and seat choice and started a savings plan to cover our hot dogs and cold drinks.
But wait! First you have to type in the secret code, presented in illegible script. Then you have to remember the Tickemaster password you created the last time you bought tickets. And you’ve got 45 seconds before they release your seats to the next anxious customer.
Fortunately for me, the queue for Pirates tickets was short and I was able to find my password and wallet, re-log on, and get the same seats.
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