I'm sat in a big chair with plenty of leg room, the well-built guy next to me isn't invading my personal space and I'm offered complimentary drinks and snacks... my first experience of the First Class carriage on the train.
The punishment for not booking my ticket a week in advance meant that the usual £12.50 journey cost me £23.60! Before I forced myself to click the 'confirm' button I had a little rant, (yes to myself!) If the train company can afford a journey to be one price, how is it justified that it be double the price the day before the journey? When the booking system asked if I would like to upgrade to First Class Advanced for thirty pence, I pressed 'Yes' in anger. If I was paying double for my ticket I wanted something, whatever it was for 30p! For all I knew I could have paid 30p to be the stand in driver!
So as I sit eating my flapjack and drinking my hot chocolate whilst settling back into an armchair (well not quite) with my book, the whole extortionate-last-minute-ticket thing seems sweeter somehow. And certainly beats having someone's ass cheek brush my face cheek as they cram into the crowded carriage! Which is what happened to a friend of mine on his regular commute!
I let a satisfying gentle sigh leave my lips as I sit back comfortably and smile to myself, my table in my first class carriage, has a lamp! I feel I have made it...😆
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