I looked back down from the window, sighed and reached for my phone. I dialed the number for my beloved girlfriend, put the phone to my ear and waited for her to answer.
“Hello.” She answered happily.
“Hi honey. What’s the train station after ours?” I enquired; trying to sound like nothing was wrong which anyone can tell you simply makes you sound like something is wrong.
“It’s [station name]. Why?” She answered and counter questioned with a sound of child like curiosity, as if she knew my question meant that an amusing story was about to follow… I was not going to disappoint her.
“How far away would you say that is from our station?” I asked, trying to avoid her question like a game of intellectual dodge ball.
“10 minutes. Why?” Answer, counter question, giggly anticipation, direct hit.
“Wellllll…..” I added a few extra l’s to the end of the word, hoping to buy myself some time to think of the least stupid sounding way of explaining my predicament.
“…I might have just missed our station… kind of… just now.” It was the best I could come up with. I clearly should have added more l’s.
“Hehehe. Oh oh oh. How did you manage that? Did you fall asleep?” She asked. I got the impression that she was not disappointed with the level of amusement in my simple tale.
“No. I was writing a blog post and didn’t realize we had arrived at the station until we were leaving it again.”
This was true. When I had looked up from the screen of my laptop and gazed out of the window into the winter night the station on the other side of the glass had looked very familiar. The sound of the train door closing was only matched in volume by the sound of the penny dropping as I realized it was my train station, the one I should have just gotten off at. Half an hour, two trains and a phone conversation later I finally arrived home.
This is what this blog costs me occasionally; time… time and stupidity.