So, what’s the takeaway? First, always pack a backup battery. Second, Greater Anglia is a lottery where the prize is “getting to work before lunch.” Third, the universe has a sick sense of humor.
If you were on that train, you are now part of a secret society. The official motto: “I was there when the trains stopped, and all I got was this lousy text from my boss.” Wear it like a badge of honor.
In the end, it’s just another day in the UK. Where the trains are late, the excuses are creative, and the tea always runs out. So grab a cuppa (if you can find one), laugh it off, and remember: at least you weren’t the person who hit the person.
Now that would be a bad commute.
