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Dogfight [by the_gneech]

How huskyteer Nearly Didn't Go To The Air Show

This weekend was the Royal International Air Tattoo at RAF Fairford, one of the highlights of my calendar. I started packing on Friday night ready for an obscenely early departure on Saturday. The first item on my list was 'Ticket'. Easy enough, as it had been sitting on my desk since its arrival by post...except it wasn't there now.

Shit. Lost tickets can't be replaced, you can't buy them on the door, and I didn't have a working printer with which to print out an e-ticket, my only option at this late stage. After searching every corner of my bedroom in case it had blown or flown somewhere, I was grasping at straws with the idea that I might somehow have put it in the recycling by accident.

Our recycling facility is a massive bin with a locked lid out on the main road, into which everything recyclable goes. I had a peep through the slot and was able to recognise objects from our flat; nobody else round here seems to recycle, which usually makes me cross but was now a godsend.

I went back to the flat for some sort of poking device, found a broken curtain rod, and stirred the recycling around while standing on an IKEA step stool because it's a high bin. Against all the odds, I spotted my ticket, but couldn't get it out. I retreated to modify my poking device, pushing a nail into the end in the hope of spiking the ticket. I didn't succeed in this, but I did manage to work it gradually up the inside of the bin until I could reach in and grasp it.

Nobody stopped to ask what was going on during any of this.

The whole operation took about half an hour and isn't an experience I want to repeat. But I had my ticket! I was off to the show!

And that's a whole other post.


Wow, quite an adventure! I'm glad you got your ticket in the end.
Unbelievable idiocy! I was kicking myself!
I'm still amused and amazed by your epic struggle of the ticket, even after you relayed it to me on the day of the show!
I'm looking forward to your show post too. Got to get one up myself!
I look forward to reading it!
Woo! Your luck, skill and judgment in managing to recover the ticket neatly counteracted your lack of luck, skill and judgment in throwing it away in the first place. (-8<

I went to Devon this weekend and took my shredder with me because my mother had broken hers by trying to shred too much stuff. By the time I left she'd created an entire bin liner of shreddings. I'm dreading the phone call from her asking how one sticks them back together again once she's noticed what shouldn't have been in the shredding pile…
Shredding is strangely addictive!

Good to know that luck balances out. I'm pretty sure that's true.
Mmm. My mother overheated my shredder by throwing stuff in it so quickly. I've never managed that! Then again, I've tended to shred as I separate the chaff from the wheat, so the duty cycle's a little lower. Fortunately, after being left for a couple of hours it seemed fine again.

I take the scientific attitude: if I have some bad luck, that doesn't mean I'm due any good luck. But it also doesn't mean I'm due more bad luck. I win nine games of Settlers out of ten against my mother by appreciating this properly. (-8
Hurrah for ticket rescue!

Yay, bin-diving!
Yeow! Glad you retrieved it...
It would have been unpleasant and painful to spend all of Saturday kicking myself.
Good work, MacGyver!
*thumbs up*