Well, I suppose he wasnt really sucky, but he was incredibly slow and stupid. I was getting my train home after visiting my parents, and I planned to be at the train station with plenty of time to get my ticket and board the train. The timetable on the Internet was wrong. I planned to be at the station with half an hour to spare, but instead I only had ten minutes, which still should have been more than enough.
It's a VERY small train station, so there was only one person working in the ticket booths, and there was only one customer ahead of me, but my GOD! He took so long!
I can't remember the whole conversation, but imagine the customer speaking in the dullest and slowest kind of voice imaginable.
BL = Booth Lady
SC: So....if....I....want....to.....go....how....much. ...will...it....cost?
BL: Well that depends sir, how long are you planning to stay?
SC: I....dont...know...
BL: OK, well for a single, it costs.... (she then went to quote every price possible)
SC: O.....K......and...what...if...I...want...to...bri ng...a...group...of...people?
BL: Well mulitply the prices by the amount of people you want to bring.
SC:So...how...much...for...four...people?
I kid you not, this part of the conversation went on for minutes, and the booth lady was staring at me, looking concerned and bored.
SC: And...what...about...this...place? How...much...is...that?
BL: *quotes all the prices again*
The platform intercom announces my train arriving, I am panicking! I look, and the SC has got a map out, and is asking if the random towns in the country he is pointing at have train stations!!
SC: And...how...much...is...that?
BL: *quotes prices again!!!!*
SC: And...how...much...for...a...group?
At this point I actually gasped "Oh f**king hell!" as I saw my train pulling in. The woman notices this and starts to look at my way, worried.
I had no choice but to go to the self serve machine.
I could have went to that machine in the first place, but I am avoiding using my credit card as much as possible, but I had no choice in the end. I was surprised the machine was working, every time I've got the train its been broken.
I go on the train JUST as the doors were closing. I look and there is a HUGE queue behind the SC, who is still asking questions.
It's a VERY small train station, so there was only one person working in the ticket booths, and there was only one customer ahead of me, but my GOD! He took so long!
I can't remember the whole conversation, but imagine the customer speaking in the dullest and slowest kind of voice imaginable.
BL = Booth Lady
SC: So....if....I....want....to.....go....how....much. ...will...it....cost?
BL: Well that depends sir, how long are you planning to stay?
SC: I....dont...know...
BL: OK, well for a single, it costs.... (she then went to quote every price possible)
SC: O.....K......and...what...if...I...want...to...bri ng...a...group...of...people?
BL: Well mulitply the prices by the amount of people you want to bring.
SC:So...how...much...for...four...people?
I kid you not, this part of the conversation went on for minutes, and the booth lady was staring at me, looking concerned and bored.
SC: And...what...about...this...place? How...much...is...that?
BL: *quotes all the prices again*
The platform intercom announces my train arriving, I am panicking! I look, and the SC has got a map out, and is asking if the random towns in the country he is pointing at have train stations!!
SC: And...how...much...is...that?
BL: *quotes prices again!!!!*
SC: And...how...much...for...a...group?
At this point I actually gasped "Oh f**king hell!" as I saw my train pulling in. The woman notices this and starts to look at my way, worried.
I had no choice but to go to the self serve machine.
I could have went to that machine in the first place, but I am avoiding using my credit card as much as possible, but I had no choice in the end. I was surprised the machine was working, every time I've got the train its been broken.
I go on the train JUST as the doors were closing. I look and there is a HUGE queue behind the SC, who is still asking questions.
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