If 15 years ago someone told me how I was going to spend the morning of December 15th, 2007, I would dismissed them in a haughty fashion:
“Donna, in 15 years you will wake up at 5:45am on a Saturday morning to stand in line with a bunch of tired parents waiting patiently for concert tickets for the daughter of Billy Ray Cyrus.
Not only that, but you will have arrived late to work the morning before so that you could get a wristband that guaranteed you a chance to stand in line the next morning.
You’ll wait in line for over 4 hours, only to leave with an Achy Breaky Heart and no tickets.”
Yep, I would have thought you were insane.