Why I Hate the Qwest
The Missus and I went to Qwest Center Omaha on Saturday night, where we saw Billy Joel in concert. I don’t get to concerts very often so I can’t say how Billy Joel compared to other live artists, but I had a good time. I would have had a better time, though, if the concert were not held at Qwest. I really don’t care for that place. Why? A few of the reasons:
- It starts with little things, like the parking situation. We sat in traffic for ages waiting to park, but in all that time, there were no signs telling us how much parking would cost. It was a surprise until the parking attendant asked for our cash. That, of course, slows things down as most drivers like to wait until then to fetch the money. Multiply that by a few thousand cars, and you really get a mess.
- More little things when you get inside, like at the security checkpoint. There are zero signs telling you what’s allowed and what isn’t. Nor is there any way for people to know how they can help speed up the process.
- The Qwest is little more than a glorified parking garage. Although the exterior is snazzy, the interior reminds me of Que Place. Bleh.
- Whoever designed the concourses has no idea how people move or how lines form. Seriously, who puts concession stands at narrow points in the concourse with no way for people to easily move around the building lines?
- Whoever runs the concession stands has no idea how to plan for a crowd. On each of the few occasions I have been to the Qwest, I have witnessed food shortages or near-shortages before the event even started.
- This is obvious, but the seating sucks rocks. I’m not especially tall and I’m definitely not fat, but I find it impossible to approach even basic comfort at the Qwest.
- There was a *@#!$^@ speaker blocking the video screen! Who puts a damn speaker right in front of a video screen?!
I could go on, but that would just put me in a bad mood. To whoever ends up designing Lincoln’s arena: please consult actual humans when designing the facility. Our arena will have enough hurdles to jump as it is; it doesn’t need “crappy atmosphere” topping the list.