14 March 2016
When shitness conspires to make things more shit. I was picking up ms pap from the train station the other day. I'd arrived with about 5 minutes before her train was due in, and saw that short stay parking was free for 20 minutes. Happy days.
On arriving at the platform, her train is listed as being 3 minutes late. Disappointing, but still workable. Thirty seconds before the parking expires, the train finally rolls into the station, 12 minutes late. There is no time to get back to the car; I end up bunging £2.60 into the meter because whether through conspiracy or chaos, people make money from crapness.
Having kept to the spirit of the agreement, I still wouldn't be surprised to receive a parking ticket because I bought my 40 minutes after the original 20 had elapsed.