Not all days, as the previous post revealed, are good commuting days.
It was a subsequent day of delays and confusion, this time with no apologies or reasons given. A tweet about the unhelpful, impolite and unhelpful staff gave rise, however, to some unexpected poetry via a sympathetic colleague on Twitter (to whom a coffee is owed):
‘This is Scotrail. Cross at disorder. Knew I should have got the bus down to Lauder’.
He followed this up with: ‘They’re ghastly to the rich and beastly to the poor. There’s vomit in the toilets and urine on the floor’.
And then: ‘Pulling into Larbert, never on time. Everybody hates you on the Queen Street line.’
As another Central Belt Shuffle correspondent commented, if only the station display boards displayed poetry appropriate to the day and state of Scotrail, we’d all be happier travellers. Now there’s a thought for Scottish Book Trust.