Alright V-Line, you've done it now. Pushed me off of the platform you have. I'm going to blogger-town on your arse.
Busted my bollocks getting to the 8:27 to Southern Cross this morning. I'd annihilated my freshly brewed coffee in no less than five gulps, before a frantic bike-sprint along Queen St through morning traffic, arriving at Warragul station with a minute to spare.
Correction: 26 minutes to spare.
According to station staff, a streaker had been excercising his right for a little tomfoolery on the tracks around Morwell this morning. (The on-train conducter claimed a blockage on the tracks was to fault - which makes more sense given the length of delay - but I choose to believe the former.)
Fault did not lie with V-Line in this instance, but the unecessary coffee induced gullet scorching has caustified this experience. (If catching the train on time means a choice between no coffee and a gut scorching, scorching wins; when the caffeine deprived Hyde in me comes out - it really comes out.) That Morwell streaker better have pulled some awesome stunts....
I'm a regular commuter to the city, and a disturbing pattern is emerging: at least 50% of trains I've caught so far this financial year have been late. Some only 5-10 mins, some 15-20. Now before you accuse my '50%' figure as hyberbole, I'm not officially entering those stats into the gripe register. Hey - there's an idea...
I hereby announce the dawn of:
V-LINE GRIPE REGISTER
(feel free to unleash in the comments section below. a non reply indicates an unprecedented case of V-Line satisfaction. go on - get it off your chest.)
Either I'm incredibly unlucky and attract all the late trains, or like all empirical surveys the sample trend is reflective of the universal. Admittedly, I could just call V-Line and demand stats under Freedom of Information, but that takes the delicious subjectiveness out of the experience now doesn't it.
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I was considering entering these boys as the next Bastions of Baw Baw for having to drop the bad news to commuters, again, and again, and again, and again....
...but they're paid for it. Brian (on the left) did a good job of assuring a lady skilled in the art of masking her displeasure, that she was not going to miss her Tullamarine flight.
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PS - I'm all for streakers, they make everyone's life that little bit more meaningful. You'll no doubt see any locally documented examples being posted here in future.
well, a month down the track and not even a single swipe at V-Line. 'Louie's all talk' you say? yes, mostly true. but shite you not, like some hideously convenient form of divine intervention (or some highly orchestrated scheme to make me look like a punk) - my trains started arriving on time.
ReplyDeletehonestly, in the past month, i've had 2 or 3 monkey fits on the platform [a significant drop from the preceding months] grandma's are actually starting to come up and talk to me again.
the traditional gullet scorchings have continued, but not a single one was in vain. strange times indeed...