THIS OUR VALLEY: Tickets are yet another bull by-product

"The comfort of the rich depends on an abundant supply of the poor.” Voltaire

Good grief. I like to think I am sort of tech savvy. I’ve put computers together. I’ve had cell phones since the late 1990s. I switched from writing checks to using debit cards at stores decades ago. I organize travel plans and book rooms at hotels, seats on planes and trains, and tons of stuff one can do online or over the ether. But now?

I find the steps required to do anything are beginning to match the number of functioning gray cells I’ve got left. 

There was a bull riding event scheduled in nearby Everett that my wife and I were interested in attending. I went online to order tickets far enough out that the tickets could be sent by snail mail with plenty of time to spare. Sadly, that’s not how things are done anymore. We had to purchase e-tickets, which meant we had to pay for the event tickets online, as well as a surcharge for each ticket. Well, what’s six bits among friends?

Wait, it costs more than six bits to buy tickets? How much? The cost of several dozen eggs PER TICKET? Well, if the tickets are embossed with gold leaf, I guess that’s OK. I’m not happy about it, but it is what it is. But wait; there’s more!

They don’t ship the tickets. There is no ticket pick-up or ticket-waiting at the box office. The tickets will be available electronically on your cell phone. Oh, OK. But wait; there’s MORE!

Your tickets are not sent in a way that allows you to print them. You have to “accept” your tickets on your cell phone, which sends you to a site in which to create an account (new user name, new password, new app) in which to access your tickets. But wait; there’s MORE!!!

Once you get to your tickets (congratulations for making it this far), you now have to add them to your cell phone’s “wallet” (Good grief, now I have to set that bleeding thing up) where they will be available for the local docent to scan you into the event when you arrive (assuming you have access to both cellular service and your e-wallet and the theoretically attached e-tickets for easy peasy scanning).

I think I just qualified for an electronic decathlon event at the next Olympic games. Good grief. Again, I say, GOOD GRIEF!

Fortunately, it all worked out just fine. We made it to the event, gained entrance, found our seats, and cheered on the plucky riders and their bucking bovine companions. Yee Haw!

When it was over, I had to ask myself if it had been worth it (because I’m not only cheeky, but cheap, too). I must admit the idea of putting out a week’s wages for a minimum wage worker to watch twenty eight-second events over the course of two hours seems a bit much. 

We live in a world that has become highly transactional, and whether  I approve or not is completely immaterial. I don’t really know how to compute the value of an evening’s entertainment, or a meal, or a drive across town or across the country. I took a course in economics back when the earth was still cooling, and recall talk of supply and demand and its effect on prices, but I think a gremlin has snuck in over the fence and added some bull shine to the processes.

Everyone wants a piece of the action, and there is no correlation between the service offered and the price exacted for that transaction. No human being earned bread for their table or shelter for their family from my electronic transaction. Yes, maybe there was an operator standing by somewhere, but I can guarantee they didn’t get much of the six figures collected by the ticket merchants (for their fees). 

The Bible says a laborer is worthy of his hire, but that seems to have been turned on its head, where it is the purchaser who has to do all the labor, and pay for the convenience. I don’t like riding the bucking back of a golden calf; it takes far longer than eight seconds here in this, our valley. That’s a lot of bull, if you ask me.

Keith Axberg writes on matters concerning life and faith. Author of: Who the Blazes is Jesus? Good News for a Vulgar World (available through Amazon in Print and e-book)