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My Temporary Delusion of Becoming a Ticket Tycoon
It all started two weeks ago when I impulsively bought tickets to a Brian Culbertson jazz concert, thinking a night out would be fun.
But as the date approached, exhaustion set in and the thought of fighting crowds lost its appeal. I decided I’d rather stay in and watch Netflix.
On a whim, I listed the tickets online for triple my purchase price, thinking if they sold, great, I’d make a quick buck. If not, I’d happily skip the show.
To my surprise, they sold the next day!
As I pocketed the cash, visions of a new side hustle emerged.
I imagined leisurely buying tickets months in advance, then profiting by reselling last-minute when demand peaked. The impatient concert-goers would fund my early retirement!
But my sister Emily popped my bubble, pointing out obvious issues.
“What if the weather is bad or the performer cancels last minute?”
she asked, raining reality on my fantasies. As much as I wanted to believe I’d stumbled on a cash cow, deep down I knew she was right. This ticket scheme seemed as stable as a house of cards in a windstorm.