Walking from work to the train station, for my health as much as anything else, and my one thought is that I do not need to buy a snack at the station bakery. I can have a coffee and dinner when I get home, save the money, and stop adding that extra bit to my weight.
Wafts of BBQ assail me as I walk.
Temptation grabs my mind and stomach.
I said to myself, if the train is on time I will wait for it. If the arrivals sign shows it is late, I'll get coffee and a roll. The train was on time, I sat and waited.
Two minutes before the train arrives, an announcement that it is delayed by five minutes. My stomach complains at this injustice.
The train is now even later as late passengers arrive and try to embark through broken doors, then run in all directions....
I could get a snack in Verden, but have no loose change. The machine accepts five euro notes, in theory. I have no idea if it ever worked. To get a snack I would need to buy a drink at the next automat, where the five euro note will be accepted, then take the change over....
It's all a capitalist plot, aided and abetted by my stomach.
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