The biggest thing I hate about transport is missing the train. It has happened to me the last two times I've taken the train, and then you have to wait 20 mintues, half hour for the next one! Good thing that I've been leaving early from home to catch transport, but its on the way home that really gets me.
The other day after uni I thought I would try taking the train home, rather than two trams and a bus. So I went off to Melbourne Central, and my train has one minute left. I run down the stairs, elbowing people out of the way, only to have the train doors shut in my face. Next time I am army rolling it through the doors, though I do wonder if they stop closing just because you are in the way. So then I had to wait 20 minutes for the next one.
The next day I thought that I would give it another go, surely I would catch one on time. Well, I was on the platform with 5 minutes to spare, yet there is confusion among the other passengers abut which train is coming next, and which one just left. No announcements mind you. So then it comes the turn of my train, a few minutes late, and it just dissapears off the listing. The train evaporated into thin air. Magicians! So of course, 10 mintues standing around on the platform waiting. And waiting, and waiting. And still no sign of my train. I took the next one to flinders street.
So tonight, lessons finish, and the last people drop me off at the station, just in time to see the train pulling in. Of course the platform is on a big bridge, and its a three story high ramp. Thankyou, another 20 minutes in the cold and rain. Get on the train home, curl into a foetal position and hope to god that no one sits next to me.
I hate the train.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
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