I was going into town on my scooter and took the usual path at the side of the railway tracks, passing the local station on the way and there it was: a van parked on the path blocking the route for me. These two guys were working on the ticket machine and then they saw me and my problem.

There were two gentlemen and said in just a minute they would be finished, so I waited patiently. I decided there was no point in arguing with them. They had their job to do and I was only going into town for a few items in the store and so they were soon finished, mounted their van and wished me a good day and drove off. There were no hard feelings anywhere. What is the point of getting excited about it.