Since starting the new job I am back on the daily commute from Ipswich to the City, I try not to mention it as it’s boring for everyone but this morning we had a journey which could turn into a modern classic.
The train broke down at Colchester, annoying but not that unusual, I guess it happens 4 or 5 times a year (for some reason always at Colchester, never anywhere else, go figure). But this morning was slightly different. Usually what happens is that everyone piles off the train and just waits on the platform for the next one to come along before squeezing onto it. Today what happened was that we all rolled off the train moaning and grumbling about bloody One, couldn’t organise a piss up in a brewery, all the usual. But the broken down train didn’t move. After a while an announcement cam eover the tannoy… “The train at platform 3 cannot move until the people in the buffet car have finished their breakfast.”. Cue several hundred people on the platform bursting into laughter at the absurdity of the situation, we were all being held up for 10 people to have their morning fry-up.
Needless to say, when they heard the announcement they began to file off the train rather sheepishly. In the end we were only delayed by about 45 minutes, but you’ve got to love commuting in England haven’t you!
