Hey there, it’s me again. Just following up on my letter from earlier this week. I know this is a bad time, but I’d like a refund for the April 14 performance of Our American Cousin.
I’m aware the Ford’s Theatre team has been rather busy the past few days. I understand you have so many more things to worry about, but I’d really appreciate a refund. I had a seventy-five-cent balcony ticket.
Not to be a stickler, but I read the theater’s posted policy on refunds. Well, I read part of it before federal agents rushed in and escorted the whole audience out of the building. From what I gathered, though, I’m entitled to a refund. Cash would be preferable. I don’t want a voucher or anything.
In the grand scheme of things, it’s no big deal. The nation is in mourning. The killer is on the loose. I get that. Technically, though, I paid for a full show and only saw part of it. When I spend my hard-earned money on a three-act play, I expect to see every scene, interruptions be damned.