World class experience

A world class experience... well just about!
Over the holidays I had plenty to eat and great visits with family and friends. Over the New Years weekend I travelled to Winnipeg to spend the weekend with my brother and sister-in-law as did my Dad, Mom, Aunt and Grandma.
On Saturday my dad noticed in the newspaper that Team Canada (Women) was playing Team USA in hockey in the city on Sunday.
I immediately logged onto the internet to see if tickets were available and if they were affordable.
To my surprise there were some left and they were affordable. They were only $14.50 each... a bargain to see the two best women’s teams in the world play.
We did a survey amongst everyone at my brother’s and only my parents and I were interested.
We decided to go.
We booked the tickets on line and they emailed them to us. I was amazed that all we need to get in the door was an email printed out on my brother’s computer . It had a bar code on it and they scanned it at the door.
When we found our section an usher was there

and directed us to our seats after checking our tickets again.
The MTS Center in Winnipeg is an amazing arena... much better than the old Winnipeg Arena that long ago I saw the Jets play in.
The game was exciting and fun. It was world class all the way except for one part of the experience...
...Before the game started I had to go to the rest room. Went out of our section did my duty.
As I was standing up and pulling up my pants I heard something fall. I turned around to see my computer generated ticket floating in the toilet. I immediately reached for it shook it off (Fortunately I had flushed before)... then went out to dry it off... the ink from the ink jet printer had run. I took it with me... hoping the usher wouldn’t ask for it again.
He did ask if I knew where I was going... but did not ask to see my ticket. Whew... that would been hard to explain.
While Canada lost, I think they will get it together for the Olympics in Italy in February and I can’t wait to watch them.
–Until then,
Ken