deja-vu, all over again

Or am i hard to understand? I have this problem almost everyday and i can’t figure out whether it’s me or the other person i’m communicating with. Being softly spoken i sometimes wonder why i bother speaking at all when most of the time i’m asked to repeat myself. Or is it the way i explain things?

Like today and yesterday for example i travelled to London visiting my boyfriend, where the streets are apparently paved with gold, when in fact all i got was a swollen right foot nicely topped off with a newly infected tattoo. At Peterborough train station i was met by a cheery looking fellow who politely charged me £49.50 for a business return fare to London Kings Cross, returning tomorrow morning after 8.30am. I sat down with a coffee the size of, no lie, my very own face and wondered whether i had been royally ripped off with this rather expensive ticket to the Big LDN. So i phoned my dad (always level-headed in a crisis) and he informed me that yes, i had been very much overcharged. All was sorted out in a matter of minutes when i returned to the smiley man, looking surprised to see me again, and explained that maybe i had bought the wrong ticket. £33.50 sounded a much better price and he duefully reimbursed me with £16 of my hard-earned *cough* student loan.

Was that mistake my fault? or had the nice man not done his job and offered me the best fare for my situation? Anyway i apologised for the correction and felt much better for facing my demons and actually fixing a slight financial problem for once in my life.

Getting to Kings Cross a swift 58 minutes later thanks to GNER and running down those awful stairs to the tube station i bypass the machines (they never understand me well enough) and head straight for the two occupied ticket booths. Now don’t get me wrong i’m all for the underground workers, they do a bloody good job, but why must they be so stony faced? They make me nervous! And this is when it all goes tits up and i buy an off-peak travel card when i’m trying to depart from Mile End at 9.05am. What a fiasco…

Sometimes i wish my brain was like Google and i could rack through pages and pages of options, pick the right one, and not look like a complete numpty when trying to get through the easiest of tasks.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008 at 9:36 pm and is filed under rant. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.