I tried to go to the homecoming dance tonight, "tried" being the active word. Katelin and I couldn't get in because apparently you need to buy a ticket beforehand and they're not sold at the door which, I will point out, NO ONE made clear. So we walked in confused because everyone had tickets and we reasoned that we could just buy our way in (at $5 a ticket, ten bucks could've covered the both of us) but they wouldn't have it. Katelin walked up to a woman and calmly asked, "Hey, can we, like, buy a ticket?" And the woman replied in a snotty voice, "No, you, like, can't. They're presold in the cafeteria." (For the record, no one wants to spend valuable time at lunch buying things when they could be spending it shoving food down their throats, but I'll save that rant for another day.) Anyway, she then told us and about a dozen other people that if we didn't have tickets, we needed to leave (still being incredibly snotty and rude, by the way). We were lucky enough to have the foresight to make Katelin's mom wait for us until we were sure we could get in, but I saw a group of people walk off into the darkness. One girl was talking desperately on her phone and shivering in her short sleeves, and it nearly broke my heart to watch another girl wrap a blanket around her friend, whose sleeves were basically nothing. Again, Katelin and I were lucky, and we went back to their restaurant and had a pretty fun time playing with the twins. But I have to think about those other people. What if they couldn't get rides and had to wait out there forever? Katelin's dad was going on that they could go out and get lost, drunk, high, into a shooting, or killed out there, whereas if they had been allowed to buy tickets, they would've been safe at the dance. I know it's wicked, but for a heartbeat I thought, "hmm, and when someone's dead on Monday, we know who to blame".
And you know what the most messed-up part is? The proceeds from the tickets were going to the Garcia family, who lost their house (in a fire, if my information is correct). So we were literally handing that woman more money to go to those poor little kids (not exaggerating, I saw the family at the pepfest and there were little kids) and she just turned it away. Nope, no more money for them. They don't get anything else. What. The. Hell.
Okay. Okay I think I got all my rantings out. I covered all the bases, yes? Yes. Okay. Good night.