You look at the screen, the time indicates that trains are delay. It’s 7:56 but yet it stating the 7:49 trains will arrive in 7 minutes on platform 3.
Fine so you wait patiently at platform 3 but at the same time keep an eye at platform.
Shortly you see people from the top walking towards platform 3, you stay you ground knowingly the train is bound to arrive at platform 3.
But wait noooo… do I see people walking down to platform 1? Ooo I see the train approaching.
Now this time you are not taking any chances, you along with a bunch of other communters, the young, the old, quickly rush towards the other platform.
Much to your dismay… (and panting your heart out!) you can’t even get into any coach.
It’s chockers (pack like sardine aussie slang way).
Everyone groans and grumble. It’s already 8:20. You are going to be late no doubt about it.
Now you wonder, should I stay at platform 1? Or walk/run to platform 3? You trudgling walk up the ramp to the bridge to look at the screen of doom.
It says platform 3, train arriving in 5 minutes. And it’s an express! Non stop till your destination.
You think “ Sigh, fine fine”
The connex wardens/guards/official/idiioots present at the time doesn’t seem to know what going on.
GUESS WHAT!
On platform 3, the train does arrives but then…
IT WENT PAST US!
It didn’t bloody stop even thought it was suppose to.
By now I was ready to kill somebody. I was already sweating in my suit running here and there.
And groaaann again you see people running to platform 1 and this time you don’t event care.
You run (I have too it was 8:30 already), push away the group of school kids that just embark the train. Shove the old and the young.
Just to bag a squash position in the cramp train.
And it’s not even an express!!!
Ahh.. the woes of carless me.