Apparently Bob Mould and I have something (aside from being CP contributors) in common: We both recently suffered ankle injuries. That I’ll now have something to talk to him about at the Christmas party is one of two positive aspects to this damnable injury: the other being that you get to see how nice and helpful people can be.
Case in point: A friend called me and offered me a ticket to the 9:30 club on Saturday night, for the sold-out Iron & Wine show. When I reminded him of my ankle, he got us in touch with the staff at the 9:30. “Absolutely we can accommodate that!” They said. “Can you make it up the stairs? If so, we’ll get you a seat in one of the boxes up front. If you can’t, would it be okay if we just gave you a stool? I know, it’s not as good as a seat, but it’s really the best we can do downstairs.”
Though I ended up declining the ticket anyway (there was only the one ticket to be had, and I don’t want to go without my wife, who loves Iron & Wine), I was completely impressed with the 9:30’s courtesy, willingness to help, and VIP treatment of a potential customer. Yet another of many reasons that seeing a show there is worth the price of admission.