{"id":612850,"date":"2023-02-28T08:49:47","date_gmt":"2023-02-28T14:49:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/news.sellorbuyhomefast.com\/index.php\/2023\/02\/28\/i-just-wanted-to-see-james-taylor-i-didnt-know-it-would-cost-me-5k\/"},"modified":"2023-02-28T08:49:47","modified_gmt":"2023-02-28T14:49:47","slug":"i-just-wanted-to-see-james-taylor-i-didnt-know-it-would-cost-me-5k","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/2023\/02\/28\/i-just-wanted-to-see-james-taylor-i-didnt-know-it-would-cost-me-5k\/","title":{"rendered":"I just wanted to see James Taylor \u2013 \u2013 I didn't know it would cost me $5k"},"content":{"rendered":"
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SANDISFIELD \u2014 Close friends have on occasion told me what I now at long last know to be incontrovertibly true \u2014 that I am an idiot.<\/p>\n

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\"Tanglewood
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A complete, total, copper-bottomed nitwit, a person who should among many other sanctions be kept by a restraining order from being within a hundred feet of a computer. Especially when in possession of a credit card.<\/p>\n

As this tale will amply illustrate.<\/p>\n

A tale which I tell here not to evoke sympathy nor to seek redress, but to caution any others similarly compromised of the costly perils of unyielding stupidity.<\/p>\n

It was an early weekday evening during that recent very cold spell. My wife and the dog were cozily settled by the fire. I was at my laptop, no doubt reading some uplifting literature. But then I suddenly remembered: around now is the deadline for buying tickets to see James Taylor perform over Independence Day at Tanglewood<\/a>.<\/p>\n

We love James Taylor. Aside from the traffic, we love Tanglewood. We love that bit in \u201cSweet Baby James\u201d where he sings about the winter turnpike, our turnpike, covered with snow from Stockbridge to Boston. We well up. We brim.<\/p>\n

Because the realist in me thought that James Taylor can\u2019t go on doing this forever<\/a>, maybe this year I might actually buy tickets. Moreover, I had become a citizen on an earlier July 4, so the show would amplify the pleasure of the anniversary. It would cost, I knew. But hey. Once in a while, why not. So I went looking for tickets.<\/p>\n

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Twenty-two years ago, when I first came to the Berkshires, you\u2019d ring the Tanglewood box office and a nice motherly sounding lady would find the best seats for you and take your details and that would be that. Not any more.<\/p>\n

Now, on simply typing Tanglewood, Tickets, James Taylor, a web-only company called TicketSales.com<\/a> presented itself on my screen, telling me that its business was Connecting Fans With Unforgettable Experiences.<\/p>\n

How true this turned out to be.<\/p>\n

Despite the concert\u2019s on-sale date having passed, a scattering of tickets appeared still to be available. In the Shed, section 4, maybe 10 rows back from the stage. Nice enough, I thought. I moved my mouse around across the more and less attractive rows in the section while large numbers in dollars rose and fell before my eyes.<\/p>\n

How many tickets, the site asked. Four I replied. A number stabilized in front of me. Nine hundred and ninety-eight dollars. Golly, I choked to myself. But then again \u2014 once in a lifetime, a very good cause (because the Taylors donate all proceeds back to Tanglewood, fine folks that they are).<\/p>\n

So I said to myself, sure. Why not. I put in the credit card number, expiry date and the little three-digit thingy, clicked (without reading, naturally) and hit \u201cPurchase.\u201d<\/p>\n

It took maybe three seconds. And then when the screen lit up I gave a little cry. It must have been quite piercing, or loud. From beside the fire my wife pricked up her ears. The terrier, a creature of some economy of action, pricked up one of his. I\u2019m afraid I\u2019ve made a bit of a bish, I spluttered, keeping the rising panic from my voice. What, she inquired.<\/p>\n

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\"James
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I\u2019ve just bought four tickets to a James Taylor concert. I\u2019ve been billed \u2014 and I read the number as slowly and carefully as I could \u2014 five thousand and ninety-five dollars and twenty-six cents.<\/p>\n

I went back to the website. Beneath the listed price number there was, in the tiniest and barely visible font, the letters \u2018ea\u2019. Each. Each ticket had been $998.<\/p>\n

Oh. My. God. That\u2019s what I would have said were I a native-born American. But I\u2019m English, and so it was a single word, and much, much worse. Only for a moment, though \u2014 because within seconds, I appeared to have been saved. A tiny ding sounded on my phone. Credit card security had declined the charge. Was this you? Hit YES. If not, hit NO and we\u2019ll cancel the card and send you a new one.\u00a0<\/p>\n

But oh, the inconvenience! A hastily convened family council decided. Far better to talk to customer service. It was an honest mistake \u2014 stupid, yes. Careless, but honest. I\u2019m almost 80. They\u2019ll forgive it, surely.<\/p>\n

It took less than three minutes for an algorithm creatively named Joebert to introduce himself on live chat. He very politely explained that he regretted most sincerely what had transpired, agreed that I had erred honestly, and then solemnly but sympathetically informed me that rules were rules, no refunds could be offered and would I kindly have a nice day. Moreover, everyone looked forward to my doing business with TicketSales.com<\/a> at some future date.<\/p>\n

No dice, in other words.<\/p>\n

Ah well, there\u2019s always Visa. To save a $5,000 dollar mistake I could certainly weather the inconvenience of canceling a card. So I called the cardistas. But it seems the TicketSales computers had done the same, had been quite busy while Joebert was chatting to me. The same firm that had written \u2018ea\u2019 in near-invisible lettering had gleefully resubmitted the charge four further times and Visa, seeing no challenge from me, had given up the fight, assumed everything had been correct all along and authorized it. I was, in a phrase, done for.<\/p>\n

And so it appears on my latest bill: $3,944 for the four tickets themselves. Seven dollars and fifty cents for the benefit of using the technology. And a somewhat improbable one thousand, one hundred and forty-three dollars and seventy-six cents for what is listed as a \u201cservice charge.\u201d Total: $5,095.26.<\/p>\n

All I can now say is that James Taylor had better be on top form. Of course, what he\u2019ll give back to Tanglewood is a far smaller sum than I was charged.<\/p>\n

But he\u2019s a good man. Maybe some characters in this story are less so. One of them is stupid, for sure. But the others? Frankly, I miss the motherly sounding lady. Tanglewood should hire her back.<\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n

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SANDISFIELD \u2014 Close friends have on occasion told me what I now at long last know to be incontrovertibly true \u2014 that I am an idiot. A complete, total, copper-bottomed nitwit, a person who should among many other sanctions be kept by a restraining order from being within a hundred feet of a computer. Especially<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":612851,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1143,46,4876],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-612850","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-james","category-technology","category-wanted"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/612850","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=612850"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/612850\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/612851"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=612850"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=612850"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newsycanuse.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=612850"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}