>When I was new to Vancouver, in 1998, I bought a ticket for watching them live. Unfortunately, my wife had an end of class pot-luck dinner so she left home earlier and by the time of the concert, I started looking for the ticket and could not find it anywhere, and then I thought my wife had it in her purse, and I was very very upset and finally missed the concert. When my wife came back from her dinner, she did not found it in her purse either; but the next morning, when she tried to put her boots on... there it was the bastard inside her boot, it probably fell from the night table. I still am upset at my bad luck, APP was always one of my favourites and I was so happy when I saw he was still performing and in the city where I just moved none the less. Grr

Wow, that is horribly bad luck. I am always paranoid about my tickets whenever I go somewhere like that.