My souvenir from 2005 is not exactly a ticket, but it is a reminder of a wonderfully efficient process that happens every single year at a Grand Slam event. The timestamp of the year, date, and queue number brought back many memories that I wanted to share with you.
As a student and a new, young professional in the late 90s and early ’00s, I could never dream of going to big-ticket events like Wimbledon on a full-price ticket. Or to pricey salons or restaurants for that matter.
Also, as a newly minted graduate who’d entered the real working world, I was always budgeting to make my London rent and monthly bills. It didn’t mean that I wasn’t having fun at all. I was just on the hunt for more wallet-friendly experiences, like most people my age at the time.