Every time a bad Christmas carol plays, an angel throws up in her mouth a little bit. [Image credit: Crank it Up, Ashley Tisdale]
[image credit: musicradar] My actual texts sent to The Hub from Glasgow Central Rail Station—
[14:25]
Train supposed to leave ten minutes ago but no platform announced. Got a bad feeling about this.
[14:27]
Crap. Train cancelled. No explanation.
[14:30]
Reactions around me: 1. Zero surprise (=island residents used to rail/boat fails).
[14:31]
2. Panic (=tourists used to actually going when/where their tickets say).
[14:31]
3. Invisibility (=Railway Agents with a clue about what’s happening).
[14:32]
4. Panic: (=Guy with nice shoes and leather overnight bag) “I’ve GOT to get to the island! Want to split a taxi?”
[14:32]
5. ME: “Um…no. Taxi would be at least £100. Don’t worry. They usually sort out a bus.”
[14:33]
6. Leather Bag Guy, Part 2: “NO…
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Thanks for the reblog. Hope you’re having a wonderful holiday and best wishes for a peaceful and joyous new year.
Thank you, Barb! You do the same!