Land of Queues
My time in Bordeaux is over and I'm back in the Land of Queues.
There was a stranded plane at Luton Airport so I was stuck on the tarmac of Bordeaux Airport for an extra 15 minutes whilst the London airport was closed. S was lucky to get on the plane as she left her boarding pass on a chair. Fortunately, A found it.
When we finally landed, it appeared several other planeloads of passengers had just arrived so I was stuck at the back of a long queue. I was travelling with A & J back to London. Whilst they tried to get a train ticket machine to process A's Electron card, I nipped over to the queueless ticket counter and got an Aussie to serve me in double-quick time. I even had time to go to the 2nd nearest ATM as the nearest was out-of-order. This had no queues but the adjoining ATM had a long queue as it had the logo of a well-known bank whereas mine did not. I think everyone else wanted the security of a brand whereas I was happy with a no-name as long as it claimed not to charge me for withdrawals.
By the time I got back, A&J had wised up and bought a ticket from a human being. We went to catch a bus to the train station and were stuck at the back of a long queue. J, being Spanish, said that back home people would be elbowing others out of the way to get on the bus.
By the time the bus arrived at the station, we heard a train was coming and we had to run for it. Fortunately we made it, with seconds to spare.
There was a stranded plane at Luton Airport so I was stuck on the tarmac of Bordeaux Airport for an extra 15 minutes whilst the London airport was closed. S was lucky to get on the plane as she left her boarding pass on a chair. Fortunately, A found it.
When we finally landed, it appeared several other planeloads of passengers had just arrived so I was stuck at the back of a long queue. I was travelling with A & J back to London. Whilst they tried to get a train ticket machine to process A's Electron card, I nipped over to the queueless ticket counter and got an Aussie to serve me in double-quick time. I even had time to go to the 2nd nearest ATM as the nearest was out-of-order. This had no queues but the adjoining ATM had a long queue as it had the logo of a well-known bank whereas mine did not. I think everyone else wanted the security of a brand whereas I was happy with a no-name as long as it claimed not to charge me for withdrawals.
By the time I got back, A&J had wised up and bought a ticket from a human being. We went to catch a bus to the train station and were stuck at the back of a long queue. J, being Spanish, said that back home people would be elbowing others out of the way to get on the bus.
By the time the bus arrived at the station, we heard a train was coming and we had to run for it. Fortunately we made it, with seconds to spare.
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