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"
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"