When was the last time you thought 'man, you are such an idiot'? The day before I left for Germany I met Kenny and P for lunch. Kenny was nice enough to print out the bording pass for me. Carefully I put it in my bag, neatly folded, and took it home. The next day I packed my luggage and thought about how smoothly I could pass the check-in counter, because I had no bag to check in. I went to St Pancras Station and bravely decided to use the ticket mashine instead of waiting in line for one of the counters.
The ticket was nine pounds and I remember thinking that I would probably need small bills on my way back. For whatever stupid reason. So I fed the mashine with a twenty-pound bill, even though I did have two five-pound bills, thinking that it would give me back a solid tenner. Of course it didn't. The mashine spat out eleven pounds in small coins. Clank clank clank clank. I could almost feel the looks of the people waiting in line, laughing through their noses. I couldn't care less, but it felt like shit.
After I shovelled the coins into the coin compartment of my wallet I snatched the ticket and left without looking back. I went through the gate, walked down to platform one and waited patiently for the train. It was just the beginning of my journey and I was already tired. I tried not to think about how long it would take until I could take a good shower and get some rest. The train arrived and I found a nice seat. I put down my bag and suddenly it hit me, I forgot the boarding pass in my other bag. Such an idiot.
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