My Big Devon Mistake – Part 2

By the time the hanger came back up empty for the 5th time I realized that was it. Those tickets were gone. Ktlyn615 and I reassessed the situation while she kept digging (the spot was so tight we would come up with bits of drywall because the hanger and tape contraption was so snug in there). Out only other option was to cut into the wall, most likely the hallway wall, which was risky because of pipes in the wall. I did think about it for about 5 seconds before deciding that was out of the question. No event, no matter how fun, was worth killing the house. I tried to come up with other solutions but all would take too long or required help from a contractor. The longer things went on the more panicked I got. Finally Ktlyn615 told me to go and get the number for the box office at Devon because there was no chance in hell we would get the tickets back if I was not willing to kill the house.

I found the number easily on the website and waited in baited breath while the phone rang. And rang. And rang. No one was picking up the phone at the number I was calling. I was at my breaking point. I had messed up and lost the tickets. This was all my fault. I walked back to the bathroom and told Ktlyn615 I was giving up. Things were hopeless. I had sat there for 5 minutes listening to the phone ring for what? Nothing. absolutely nothing.

Ktlyn615 knew I was well past my breaking point and quietly went back to the room to search for a different number. She yelled back asking if I knew of someone named Connie Scholz. Connie Scholz? She is the one who takes care of ticket sales every year. I asked Ktlyn615 how she knew Connies name. She yelled back a phone number instead of an answer so I went ahead and dial. It only took about a minute before I understood. Voice maile kicked on to Connie Scholz’s personal cell phone. Thinking that the poor woman must be too busy to even think I just hung up the phone without leaving a message feeling totally defeated. I sunk to the floor and started to give into the tears that had been building since I reached out to stop the falling tickets.

I did not even have time to get a good cry in when my phone started to ring. And Connie Scholz’s number showed up on my caller id. My contact with Connie Scholz in the past has been brief, but pleasant. An e-mail here and there. I was so happy to learn that she was as nice as I thought she was. After she listened to my story she told me not to worry. She would make sure we got our seats. Just get in the car and come over. I felt like a 50 lb weight was lifted from my shoulders. Ktlyn615 and I grabbed our stuff before I had a chance to drop anything else and headed out to meet up with the Young Rider and Shawns Owner who we were driving over with.

Mind you I could not laugh about my trauma yet at this point. It was still in the phase of scary instead of ridiculous. Everyone else thought it was pretty hysterical. I mean, what are the odds of something like this happening? I knew that Connie Scholz had just told me to meet her at the ticket office, but I couldn’t relax yet. I spent the whole car ride stressing and freaking out! I was starting to give myself a migraine from the stress and lack of food or drink (we hadn’t had time for lunch before we left), but luckily the Young Rider keeps meds in her car so I was able to catch it before it got bad.

I have never been so anxious to find a parking space and get inside Devon before in my life! We grabbed the cooler (and took turns carrying it) on the long walk. I practically started to sprint as the grand stand came into view I was so anxious. I went to the ticket office where they radioed Connie Scholz. I was told to come around and go into the offices under the grandstand where I was greeted by Connie Scholz and her smile. How can someone be so nice and friendly in the midst of running Devon? I don’t know but I do know that it made me feel all better right away. She took me to a back room with a very cool bar (the pictures below are of the top of it!) and wrote out our seats on the back of VIP passes. I got the impression that normally people don’t lose their tickets so this was not something that happens everyday. With my 10 passes in hand I thanked Connie Scholz again for being so understanding and walked back out to meet my friends who were waiting for me to come back with tickets. When I finally knew the whole ordeal was over I took a deep breath, looked out into the dixon oval and laughed. Only I would do something like loose 10 tickets to devon behind my bathroom sink and the wall. That’s why I’m sp special right!

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