God am I fucking PISSED!
The train I usually take between the two cities I could call home, only departs and arrives twice a day. The good thing about it is the price, as it costs a fraction of what I'd pay with our lovely monopolist German Railways. If you manage to book early, you get the ride for 12 bucks, otherwise it's 17 or 20 right on board.
You can buy the tickets at specific shops or online OR via mobile application which is the way I usually do it. No printing, no ID, no hassle.
Now the two times I could have gone for were 7:57am or 5:05pm. And given the fact that I couldn't sleep until like 5 or some such, I opted for the obvious. Stay awake and take the early train.
I was all packed up and ready to go, out on my way to the metro. Two stations is all the distance I had to cover to the main station. It was then, out on my way, that I realized I hadn't bought my ticket yet.
FAIL 1.
Because the whole damn system was down, there wasn't any other way than to buy it on board.
So I had to go get some cash on my person to buy the ticket. Good for me: there's an ATM on my metro station, bad however: it doesn't support my bank and charges a fee for it's services.
FAIL 2With the change I had somehow scraped together, I bought the ticket for those two stops. Better be on the safe side with that shit over here. 1.30 sounds a helluva lot better than 40, dunnit?
Now on to the AWESOME subject of
FAIL 3 we go!
The metro has been having major issues with their fleet throughout the past few weeks, which means all lines only stop every 20 minutes. Which essentially meant 6 mins between any sort of train.
I was on a somewhat tight schedule so having missed a train right away was already plenty fun.
When the next train finally pulled up, it was jock full and I'm talking STUFFED. To the windows, to the walls and guess where my sweat was dripping. (cookie for whomever gets the ref)
ESPECIALLY with ONE GIANT TRAVELING BAG and another semi big but FULL SUITCASE.
There was no way I would fit in there with all the fucking luggage. So after trying some not so packed doors and being told that 'that won't work' the train left. Awesomesauce.
I was pissed, pretty pissed. At that point I decided to just not care and find another way to get there while I still had the time. In turning however, I noticed the display saying that another train would arrive just two minutes from then. So close to the other, it might even be less packed, right? So I waited.
2 minutes.
3 minutes.
4 minutes.
5 minutes.
After 6 most amusing minutes, a train did finally pull up.
Half as many cars as the other.
Just as packed.
At that point I just up and left the cunting station, went home (as is evident by my writing this very post) and took a goddamn shower.
Now I'll take the 5:05 to Yuma.
ticket in vain.
insomnia in vain.
sweat in vain.
ATM fees in vain.
FAIL GALORE my good friends.
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