ACDC+P Concert

Back in 2008, I was about 15/16 years old at this time, my dad told me he had bought five ACDC tickets to a show in Vancouver. Our seats were up in the nose bleeds and there was no wheelchair access to our seats. My dad being the problem solver that he is piggybacked me up to our seats despite the fact we were similar in height and weight. To add to the story about to come, before the show even started my cousin pointed out that the girl sitting in front of us had a very low cut top. Of course I had to lean forward to take a peek and in the process almost fell out of my seat. Surprise surprise, I got caught red handed taking a look as I frantically tried to get back into my chair.

Now for the big story, on the third song ( Rock and Roll Train), I realized I really really had to pee but the only option for getting down was a piggyback and neither me nor my dad wanted to miss part of the concert to go to the bathroom. I tried to ignore the urgent need I had to pee, but I couldnt ignore it and by the end of that song I started to panic. Then a light bulb went off. I had an extra large Pepsi earlier in the concert so I chugged the remainder (which in hindsight was not the best idea) and then I lowered the cup and did what had to be done. At this moment I was proud of my intelligence and skill. I filled the cup to the brim without spilling a single drop, all was well.

While the concert continued I put the cup with the lid on, on the ground by the stairs as I was in an aisle seat. When the concert came to an end I realized my big cup full of pee was in a perfect spot to be kicked over so I grabbed it and set it in my lap with the idea to place it under my seat so no one would end up knocking it over. Before I was able to put it under my chair, a lady came down our row to get out into the stairway, my dad, cousin, and uncle got up but because of my legs frankly not working I could not get up for her to squeeze through like they all did. This lady proceeded to say “well aren’t you going to move?”, I was happy to inform her that I was wheelchair bound and that actually wasn’t an option. She apologized and then went to cross in front of me, keep in mind I still had the cup full of pee in my hand. This lady must of been drinking more than Pepsi because she stumbled and fell right into my lap crushing the cup of pee all over me and herself. She said sorry about that sweetie and continued on, I guess she wasn’t wondering why my drink was warm, that would be for her to find out later. I then asked my uncle what the heck to do with this cup of trouble and he set it up on the bar above us and said someone is going to think this is beer. We didn’t wait around to see who would be lucky enough to fall for that. My dad then got the pleasure of piggybacking me back down to where my wheelchair resided with my clothes soaked in my own pee. My dad had booked a limousine to tour around Vancouver after the concert, everyone had a great time… except for me just wanted to go home and change.