Last Friday afternoon we left Brussels bound for London. The unfortunate thing about every trip so far to London has been train delays. It's something about that Chunnel that messes with our schedule every time. This time we were more than a little nervous when they announced the expected half hour delay because we had solid plans only an hour after our proposed arrival. Wicked was waiting for us.
We literally walked through the theater doors, were greeted with a look at our tickets, directed straight up the stairs, met by another theater employee in the balcony and directed a second time to our seats all within a minute and 20 seconds. We sat down, pushed our bags beneath our seats, the lights dimmed and the show began.