The Anonymous Widower

The Coffee Obstacle Race

The worst and in some way the best part of the journey to Plymouth was getting down the train to buy a coffee.  Obviously, on such a crowded train, you couldn’t have run a trolley, unless it was attached to the roof.

I had to travel through about six coaches to get to the buffet and to say it was made very difficult because of the junk in the aisle wouldn’t be too much of an understatement.  Why is it that people load enormous cases, even a full size surf board and car seats, that would fit Cyril Smith, into the vestibules and aisles of a train? Strangely sitting though imperiously in this chaos was a pug, who politely got out of the way as I passed.

The buffet was quiet too and I bought my coffee with the sort of speed you’d expect from a typical Starbucks in mid-morning.

And then there was the walk back.  I should probably have stayed in the buffet and drunk it there, but I do like a challenge.  It actually wasn’t much of one, as of course, I’d got one of those excellent two-handled small paper carrier bags to carry my coffee. Why can’t other shops and kiosks use them more?

So although I indicated it was the worst part of the journey in some ways, it was also one of the best given the circumstances.  The ride of an IC125 is so level and flat, that it made a difficult task easy. It would have been impossible in a Pendolino.

I did make a mistake and that was not to bring a stirrer.  So I gave it a quick stir with my pen.

August 7, 2011 - Posted by AnonW | Food, Transport/Travel | Coffee, Trains