This year my stake received tickets to attend Womens Conference, I was quite excited. And since my s-i-l Scharm is in my stake, she got a ticket as well. And since Mom T was arriving THAT DAY from Houston (yup they moved in the wake of Hurricane Ike) Scharm was able to snag a ticket for her as well. But don't worry, we drove all the way up to Salt Lake and as we were going into the parking garage I realized that I had FORGOTTEN my ticket. After a brief moment of panic when I realized it, I immediately calmed down and decided I would figure it out. All I had to do was explain to one of the ushers and they promptly gave me a replacement ticket and then we went to our seats. Moral of the story: You don't always need a ticket! Haha, just kidding. I wouldn't test this theory out.
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