Khesterex Thath

Arg. Ran out after eating lunch to go and get a cheap all-bus ticket. For which, I then found out (at 1305) that I needed a passport photo. For which I had to go to Klick Photopoint, a round trip including waiting for the photos to dry, of 15 minutes.

Which is why seeing the shutters down over the bus station ticket kiosk - "Nah, mate, he's on his lunch" was a bit infuriating. System, system, system...

Dan.
(1) John M. Ford's Klingon language for "Item that does not work with overtones of fornication"