public transport joy in a time of defunding
On the way to pick up my 'new' car, I'm sitting in the third carriage of an eight (or so) carriage train bound for Sydney. I'm only going three stops along, to Cardiff. I asked a rail employee which car i should travel in to alight at my stop & indicated this carriage. If he got it wrong, ie. train in reverse order, I'm off to locations unknown.
I'm already late because my first train, heavily burdened by less than 20 passengers, arrived 6 minutes late. The connecting train chose that sixth minute to leave the station. Sometimes I think they're a clueless lot, but they are engaged in a chronic dispute for improved wages & conditions. You can't blame the poor mites for getting the details wrong occasionally.
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