F%$$^%#& trains

I am about to get a new car, but the 'old' one (that I have to hand back to work in a couple of weeks) is due for a service, so I put it in this morning.

I then happily trundled (not sure how one trundles without a trolley of some sort, or even if that makes sense - I just think that a trolley sounds like an appropriate and necessary accessory for trundling, but I digress), ok walked, to the train station.

Now it is only in the last few years that I have driven to work, prior to that I always caught the train, so I am quite familiar with the steps required - buy a ticket, check the indicator, sit on the platform, sit on the train, and remember to get off at the right place. All pretty straight forward, I hear you thinking (I have VERY good hearing). Correct, until the little man who changes the tv screens to tell you which train is coming obviously got a little too, er, ENTHUSED, and changed the screen early so that the train that turned up was shown on the screen as going to the north shore from Strathfield, whereas it was actually going to RICHMOND.

Now I fairly quickly realised that I didn't want to be on this train. When I say fairly quickly, I mean fairly quickly AFTER the doors had closed and it was going off on a different track to my preference...

So I got to stand on Granville station for a while in the freezing bloody cold, catch a train back to lovely Strathfield, and then catch a (correctly labelled) train to work.

Damn #@$%@#%&#$* trains.... At least no covers blew off and nobody was electrocuted, so
I guess I shouldn't complain...