Giving new meaning to chasing a train.

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I finished work at 8 tonight, and I typically catch the first train to central or roma st from brunswick st that I can. Tonight I caught the 8.10 train and planned to stop off at roma st to grab some food while I waited for my train to get home. I went to check my messages - and realised my phone wasn't in my pocket. I'd left it in my locker at work. Work closes at 8, and I wasn't sure if I could actually still get in after then, or if a supervisor would still be in.

Have to start somewhere.

I got off at central, and checked the train times to go back the way I came. The next train back to brunswick st wasn't going to arrive till 8.23, and my the beenleigh train wasn't due till 8.35. I still had to wait another ten minutes for the train back to brunwick st to come, and it was frustrating as hell as I thought about just how little time I was going to have to make it back before I missed the train going back the other direction again. Eventually the train came, and I jumped on.

Someone else on the train was scanning the seats. A nutty old man asked him if he'd lost something. He said he'd dropped his phone somewhere. Someone a couple seats up asked what the phone number was, and the nutter screamed out to the rest of the car "IF ANYONE HEARS A PHONE BRING IT HERE!". Someone sitting nearby said that that was nice of him, and the nutter remarked that the world needs love, asking where would we be without it. The train arrived at brunswick st shortly after.

I got off and sprinted up the ramp. Ran out of the station, half way up brunswick st before I was out of breath. I walked up to the traffic lights, caught my breath while the light was red, and ran the rest of the way to work. I scanned my keycard against the door.

It didn't open.

I sat down completely exhausted and slightly miffed that I'd made this trip and still didn't have my phone. I didn't stick around long, because I still had a train to catch. I went back down the street, through the station, down the wrong platform - realising that the ipswich line was about to arrive on the next platform, back up the ramp to the right platform, and caught the ipswich line that had just arrived to take me back to roma st.

At roma st, I looked at the monitor for which platform I needed to be on and when the next train was due to arrive. Two trains were flashing. Ipswich, the one I just got off. Beenleigh, the one I needed to be on. The train I thought I'd missed was already at the station, on a different platform.

I sprinted down the stairs to the next platform, jumping the escalator steps two or three at a time. I got up to the top to see the train doors closing. I was about to collapse, until the guy in the back of the train said "Beenleigh?". I just made it.

So yeah, don't call my phone tonight.

Comments

[atlantica69.livejournal.com]

Wow. Nice work. Sucks about the phone though.

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S'ok. I'll pick it up tomorrow morning. It was kinda silly to go back and look for it, really.

[atlantica69.livejournal.com]

Probably, but hey! You got to make a fun post out of it!

[noonicorn.livejournal.com]

Tony want to go home :P

Man, as if you wouldn't have just left your phone at work overnight anyways! Typical male doing it the hard way :)

*promises not to ring your phone tonight*

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C'mon! It's my PHONE! One of the three things I take with me absolutely everywhere!

[noonicorn.livejournal.com]

Accessorize!

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Exactly!

[forever-damned.livejournal.com]

I would of done exactly the same thing.

I took 2 buses to aspley at 8am to get my phone back once. I feel incomplete without it.

Mini-Rant

[jellysnakes.livejournal.com]

kinda sad how dependant we have come on that particular piece of technology.. something none of us had not all that long ago.

the other funny thing is that a phone is a kinda sadistic thing to have/want to carry with you at all times. i mean.. its nearly an invasion of privacy - gives people the ability to contact you at any time. I even have friends whose job requires them to leave their phone on 24hours a day so they can be called in case of an emergency. jobs aren't just a 9-5 thing anymore... *gets carried away* *shuts up*

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You can invade my privacy anytime, baby ;)

'cept tonight.

[uiui.livejournal.com]

I know how you feel, and I probably would've done the extra trip too. I do not go anywhere without my mobile. 90% of the time I have my purse with me too ... but mobile stays with me. I'm probably addicted to it. And I can say, I would've been so much more angry and anxious than you for not getting it back. I get paranoid it won't be there tomorrow, that it'll have been stolen or used. And there's nothing I could do about it.

Or I could just take a chill pill (Phil) and relax. ;)

[aiofe.livejournal.com]

Whenever I leave my phone at home (which is REALLY rare) I feel like I'm walking around naked. This disturbs me.

It's just a piece of solid-state electronics, one which I barely use. I might get maybe a call a day. Maybe. If that. It's almost like not having my wallet, except that because I tend to rely on public transport, I don't get as far without my wallet.

I don't understand it.

All that aside, good run Tony :)