I knew my ticket is not the one that entitles to use such class of the luxury travel, but next moment I suddenly found myself jumping into the carriage and that very moment the train leaves the station…
Now…this is really a not your average commuter train…and it announced the destination to be the same as I was trying to get to…the only thing that is wrong – my ticket…I do know it is not a correct ticket for such train…so what will happened when the conductor will come over to check the tickets??? Embarrassment would be the least of all the worries…but more likely it’ll be a pay time…and the price might be quite a heavy fine…but for that moment I did not know what to expect…
As silly as it can sound, but that feeling of insecurity in such situation, of imposing on someone else’s privileges really bothers my mind more and more…and soon I can no longer enjoy the soft comfortable ride, wondrous scenery, all that is offered on a way…the feeling of being in the wrong place gets bigger then the ability to have the best of it while I can…anxiety is growing…”what to do…what to do…” finally the terrifying thoughts make me wish to jump off that train…silly, huh?..
Well, that was a dream I’ve experienced recently…and as much as it was just a dream, the sense of the border between it and reality was rather thin…it was one of those dreams, when you wake up and not sure if you were dreaming at all…
Well, I’ve been thinking about this...in a sense as a reflection of reality...sometimes we do get on the train having the wrong tickets…how we act in such situation is obviously different for each of us…Some would enjoy the ride and will deal with situation when it happened…others will never jump in the places where they know is not permitted...and some even could get excited just from the thought that what they are doing is – forbidden…
So…what would you do if you’d find yourself on a First Class train with the Economy ticket?...
As for the other side of my moon…my in-laws are currently staying with us. Which means – more travel. And every weekend it’s a new adventure, even if to the old places…Yesterday we’ve been at Shakespeare’s town again. What I like about travelling around, that no matter how often you’d be somewhere, next time you there – more treasures are opened to your eyes…yesterday we managed to visit few museums in Stratford, which I haven’t been before. We’ve seen the actual museum at the birthplace of Master Will and the old school, which he supposedly attended.
(and YES, I did sit at His desk! And I don’t care if they put the plague at any random “historically correct” desk in this old classroom, but I can bet that while sitting there, I felt that urge to write a poem…:-))We’ve been also lucky to see the town parade marching along the streets and also a little something to indulge that little girl in me – a Teddy Bear museum. How can you not like them, cuties!
