The Huffington Post -
27 Dec 2015 23:36

My family and I were given three tickets to the Broadway production of The Lion King. Tuesday, 7pm. Only the tickets weren't there when we got there. The theater was sold out. "We came all the way from North Carolina," I said in a final desperate plea. The man shrugged his shoulders sympathetically behind the bulletproof glass. Mary and I had attended a yoga class in the wealthy little country town of Bedford, an hour north, earlier that day. There was no one to look after Rowan so he came with ...
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