Was getting the train from Preston to Edinburgh and somebody who couldn’t speak much English came up to me and pointed at his (Edinburgh) ticket and pointed at the platform sign and said “Supermarket?” a lot. I managed to explain that this was the Edinburgh train, and I’m getting it too so I’ll stick with you, and yes I’m sure there’s a supermarket at the other end (?).
The only other word he seemed to know was coffee and he kept trying to get me one in gratitude. I said no, but when we changed trains at York he disappeared and came back with a big grin and exclaimed “no coffee - RED BULL!!” and handed me one, then kept going on about supermarkets again.
I woke up on the train to him poking me and shoving his phone into my face. I groggily take it and some guy says “thank you so much for looking after my brother and making sure he gets off the train at Haymarket”, and a lightbulb went off above my head and everything made sense.
This is a rubbish story.