So here we are in beautiful downtown Atlanta in the midst of the clusterfuck that is trying to get into the Tom Waits show. It is currently five minutes till showtime and the line to grab tickets is all the way around the fucking block. Literally. I'm taking some camera phone shots of the situation so I can share the fun. Apparently everyone has will call tickets and, when we went around to look, there were four windows open. All I can say is: what fucking genius came up with this?

Thank you, Ticketbastard and Tabernacle, for demonstrating why people would rather stay the fuck home than pay out the ass for this nonsense. If this wasn't Tom Waits, you wouldn't catch me out here. And you probably won't again until his next tour in 2037.

Update: Fifteen minutes past and I'm still about a block and a half from tickets. Good news is that the show can't have started yet, at least half the audience is out here.

Update: Dear Ticketbastard, it just struck me that if people could have ordered more than two tickets each, this line would be moving a lot faster.

Update: Everyone gets an over 21 bracelet. Apparently drinking is mandatory at a Tom Waits show.

Update: 35 minutes late and we're in. The staff inside is surprisingly friendly and helpful. Perhaps this Charles Foxtrotian debacle is all Ticketbastard's fault. I cannot say. But it doesn't change the fact that I would have paid extra to have avoided this waiting-to-ride-Space-Mountain level experience. Now it's quarter till. We might be here a while.

Update: The fucking genius revealed!