I've taken the train to and from Cairo maybe, I don't know, sixty times. It is insane the inordinate number of incidents that happen on that train. This Friday's trip went smoothly to Cairo, and then on the way back someone seemed to think I was sitting in his seat. No worries, let's compare tickets. Hmm, that's odd, they both say Car 2 Seat 57. Oh wait, mine has a different date written on it.
Yup.
The guy at the ticket booth sold me a ticket for Sunday, not Friday. I guess when I said I wanted the two o'clock to Alex, he thought that meant two days from now.
Heaven was smiling on me today, and another seat was open, so I sat there. But seriously, what's up with that?
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