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A Sad Mick Jagger Story
No sex is involved
It was a hundred years ago. I drove into Ft. Worth. I parked my car and stood in line for two hours. As the line grew shorter I ignored my full bladder.
Why would I do such a stupid thing?
Duh! I was trying to buy tickets to a Rolling Stones concert. The whole time I was standing in line I was imagining my girlfriend’s face as I flashed two tickets to a Rolling Stones concert before her. I pictured her freaking out with excitement. I imagined the thank you hug and kiss and the appreciative lovemaking the night before the concert. Yes, I would be the MAN who took her to a freaking Rolling Stones concert!
The line kept getting shorter and shorter.
Suddenly, I was just four people from the window. And then the window closed down and a sign went up that read, “Sold Out!”
My full bladder was the last thing I was thinking about. I was devastated. I was just four people away from seeing the Stones live! The lovemaking on the night before nothing turned out to be altogether way too appropriate.
Luckily, I was able to secure tickets to a Poco concert three weeks later. Unfortunately, the girlfriend broke up with me before the concert. I ended up taking the guy from the apartment complex who helped me fix a flat tire. Seriously?
