Friday was the beginning of the summer holidays at the school, so we members of staff are now on holiday hours, 9-4. However, it being a Friday and the first day after school letting out, the Bursar let us all go at 3. Excellent! I'd be home by 4 (because the way the trains work, if I take the train that leaves on the hour, I can catch the Express to Greenock, getting me home half an hour earlier than if I took the long train). We packed up and left at precisely 3. Unfortunately, however, I was too late getting to the station and missed the 15:07 train to Glasgow Central, meaning I had to wait after all to catch the 15:37. Getting off work at 4 would've gotten me home by 5, but the 15:37 would now get me home at 5, too. Ah well.
At Glasgow Central I waited for the platform to be announced for the Gourock train. Platform 7. I got on the train, showed my ticket to the inspector and settled in for the long 45 minute journey to Greenock. I took out my journal and began jotting down some ideas for poems. I became fairly engrossed in my thoughts and started scribbling line after line after line of prenatal poetry. I happened to look out the window at one stop and made a mental note of how much longer it would be until I got home. I went back to my journal and became completely lost in my work.
Suddenly, the inspector came back through. I glanced up and smiled and went back to my work. He stopped in front of me.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Where were you supposed to get off?"
I looked about me. I didn't realise the train had even stopped. "Wha... Where am I? I was supposed to get off at Greenock." I glanced all about, thinking I must've ridden all the way to Gourock.
"You're at Glasgow Central."
I laugh. "What? No really, huh?"
"I assure you, you are at Glasgow Central."
"I... but I... I got on at Glasgow Central!"
The inspector looked at me questioningly, then realised my mistake and grinned. "You were supposed to get on the rear train for Greenock."
Suddenly I remembered there being another train at the platform. I'd gotten on the second one. "Damn it!" I exclaimed.
"If you hurry, you can catch the half past train."
I gathered my things and darted off the (wrong) train. I missed the half past and had to wait until 5 to catch the next train.
I didn't get home until a quarter to 6.
Good thing I got off work early, huh?