Following on from this morning’s post about train station craziness, I have added a little section over there on the left dedicated to naming companies who have pissed me off in some way through poor customer service.
Click on the ‘what is this?’ link for a better explanation. It’s a revenge thing.
October 2nd, 2003
There’s a worrying trend in Glasgow Central station for ticket inspectors to sell you tickets when you get off the train instead of the more traditional before or during the journey.
I’ve already been late for work once because the ticket office was shut and the inspector on the train only seemed to be interested in selling tickets in one of the carriages. This meant that there was a huge queue at the end of the platform whilst everyone waited to get out of the damned station.
I can see why they do it - a bunch of six inspectors moving from platform to platform as the train comes in will probably cost less than an inspector on each train selling tickets as and when people come on for about forty-five minutes at a time. Unfortunately when your train is already late and has just spend ten minutes outside the station waiting for a delayed train to get out of the way, it is incredibly frustrating.
So a big imaginary pat-on-the-back to the girl who walked off the platform this morning thrusting money into an inspectors face shouting ‘I don’t have time to be waiting in that queue!’. Go girl.
Incidentally, my weird dreams have turned to frightening. I dreamt I was cycling through a wood, and came to a lake. Foolishly I tried to cycle through it but it was deeper than I thought and I got out of my depth at the other side. The problem was that it was full of crocodiles, and someone was shouting to look out for the underwater rattlesnake. I was frozen still, waiting for a chance to climb out of the lake. Things were very tense. At that moment, my wife turned over and accidentally kicked me in the leg and I woke up shouting ‘Fucking hell!’
I never did get back to sleep.
October 2nd, 2003