En route to France

We had an hour to get from one station to the next which was no problem until the ticket machine had a massive line, then didn’t accept cards, we couldn’t find an info person, direct train was out of order, (‘platform 42, run!’) we missed the first indirect train, (‘follow signs to the M, Gus, give you bag to Dad’) the machine ate my ticket stub (‘just leave it’), the second connecting train had two direction to choose from (‘wait, which tunnel?’), the map didn’t have a ‘you are here’ dot, (‘ok that way, go!), we missed our second connection train (no!), and then our tickets wouldn’t scan (‘it’s right there, that’s the departing bell!’). Sprinted at least a mile and made it with 3 minutes to spare, baby.

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