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How I Personally Saved Jerry Seinfeld

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At Jerry’s show: my husband, me, my friend “Elaine” and her husband, “Kramer.” Behind us, Josh. (Group selfie by “Elaine”)

This story explains why I can’t completely quit Facebook. My simple post set off a chain reaction that (I am pretty sure) saved Jerry Seinfeld’s ass.

Mid-morning yesterday, my husband texted me that his boss told everyone in the office that tickets to see Jerry Seinfeld that night were available for the jaw-droppingly low price of $10.

They were only $8 on a reselling site when I went online, plus a small fee, and I quickly alerted my friend/former newspaper colleague “Elaine” and posted something about the opportunity on Facebook.

As we got closer to the show, the ticket price dropped lower and lower.

Elaine and her husband got their tickets for $8. Our friend/former newspaper boss Linda and her husband bought cheap tickets, too, and posted about it on Facebook. I believe Josh, who was the photographer we all worked with at various newspapers, said tickets were down to TWO BUCKS. Shit! I overpaid!

Linda and her husband were in a different section, but Josh and Elaine and I had a little newspaper reunion at the Civic Center theater. My husband’s boss was nearby. On the basis of admittedly no evidence at all, I am personally taking…