I went from no tickets, to 6th row, all because of the kindness and mutual respect of a complete stranger.
On a chance encounter, while taking pictures for Q107 outside of the ACC, I met this man. He had come all the way from New Orleans to see one of his favourite bands play one of their last shows. He and his wife made a trip of it: they did the EdgeWalk at the CN Tower, they went to the Island, and even took a trip down to Niagara Falls. At the last moment, however, his wife was unable to attend the show.
He was left at an odds: he didn’t want to go to the show by himself, but he didn’t want to sell the ticket to scalpers either. While he was deciding what to do, we talked about his 13-year on-air stint at a New Orleans radio station and how I was a budding broadcaster, and also bonded over our respect for the legendary Canadian band, The Tragically Hip (He couldn’t get over how much our radio stations play the Hip!). He asked if I was going to the show, and I lamented that I was unable to secure tickets.
With the doors drawing closer, he turned to me and said, “You know what, why don’t you just come to the show with me? I’ve got sixth row on the floor, and there’s no way I’m leaving a seat empty.” Flabbergasted, I politely refused, knowing that a scalper would be drooling over that seat, but in the end I was convinced.
At this point, we still had not even exchanged names, when I introduced myself as “Tom”. With a wry smile, he shook my hand, and said, “My name is Tommy.” Fate? I think so.
There is truly still kindness in this world.
When scalpers were charging exorbitant prices on the cheap seats, here was a guy willing to give up his extra seat to a person he had just met. If it wasn’t for Tommy, I would never have seen The Tragically Hip, and if it wasn’t for The Tragically Hip, I would not have met my new friend, Tommy.