The final of my series of train tales occured very recently and quite possibly saw me at my worst.
I am stood in Didcot Parkway station needing to get on a train. Rather than queue up at the counter, I opted to use the automated ticket machine to save time.
Stood in front of the machine I tried to find the station I needed to go to. I just couldn’t find my destination. Three times I stood confused at the list of stations wondering why I couldn’t see where I wanted to travel to.
I collared one of the station staff and told them that I thought their ticket machine was broken, the conversation went something like this -
Perpetual – “Excuse me, it looks like your ticket machine is broken. I cannot find my station on there at all.”
Station Helper Person – “Where are you trying to go to sir?”
Perpetual – “Didcot Parkway.”
SHP (With a smile) – “Sir, which station are you stood in?”
Perpetual – “Ah, yes. Good point. Thank you for your help.”
The sad thing is, I know that guy will dine out on that story for a long time to come!
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