This morning on my way into work, my train went from a different platform.
“No problem”, I thought, and with the flexibility of a true intercontinental traveller, I managed to find the other platform and take my seat on the train.
Twelve minutes after leaving, the train pulled into Arnhem as usual, where it has a little break while they add a few more carriages to the train and I stare out the window working out how much of my life I waste a week waiting at Arnhem. It felt longer than usual today, but with this being the day sandwiched between a public holiday and a weekend, I assumed everyone was taking it easy today and there was nothing to worry about. I had my headphones on and was entertaining myself with my laptop, I was in no hurry.
A little while later the conductor came into the carriage, his presence made me realise we’d been at the station a lot longer than usual as I caught his eye. He looked surprised to see me and laughingly explained that the train wasn’t going anywhere. The carriage I was in had been decoupled and the rest of the train had left me behind. Everyone else was happily heading towards Schipol and it was just me there on my laptop sitting in an empty train carriage. He seemed to find the whole thing amusing, which was just great and made the whole experience even better.
Day’s not gotten much better since.
