Embarrassing moment number 7485628

billygean ♦ July 28, 2009 ♦ 2 Comments

I walk out of the office, sun in my hair. I look at the other commuters and wonder what they went through to get here, working.

I don’t use my iPhone to direct me to the station, feeling smug and like I can remember. I walk up the hill and turn right. The train station is quainter than I remember, with little antique tills (although nobody is sitting on them).

I walk to the only platform even though I swear there were four this morning.

I can’t find a monitor thing with train times anywhere so I ask the only person I can see, pulling into the station on a train with steam coming out of the top of it.

“Where is this train going? I say, motioning to get on it. He blocks my way, tipping his flat cap to me.

“Erm, nowhere,” he says.

I frown and deem him to be crazy. I look around and see no train times and check my watch and realise that my train is late.

It is at this exact moment that I see the giftshop.

I am in the RAILWAY MUSEUM. TRYING TO BOARD TRAINS.

Needless to say, I missed my real train, at the real station down the road.