Today I offered to drive to the airport to drop off the car so K could get home faster. He has a big suitcase, golf clubs and is coming in late. So I suggested I leave the car at the airport and take the train home myself. I am 2/3 the way to the airport and didn't have plans until later so it would really be no trouble. So that's what I did.
Obviously with a hiccup along the way of the plan....
So I am still learning my way around kanton Zurich. I haven't spent too much time there admittedly aside from going to and from the airport and a few speckled days sprinkled in between. I do know that where I work is closer to Zurich because I can see it driving in, but obviously that's not where the airport is.
Apparently I work about an hour from the airport with traffic which is the same amount of time it takes me to get home from work without traffic. On top of my drive which I anticipated to take 25 minutes tops I still had an hour ride on the train, assuming I caught the right one, lasted an hour.
So I get to the airport, park, briskly brush by the stressed out airport travelers as I am merely a commuter and catch the first train. Then I see if I get in within the next six minutes I can catch the next train to Luzern which gets in 15 minutes sooner.
I know which platform I need to be on and that it's tricky to find. I know the clock is ticking. I get out and BOLT to the end of the platform and see the sign pointing where I need to go, but I just came from that direction so it couldn't be there....tick tock...sweating..."ensthuldigung, woher ist Platform dreiundfünfzig??" Down that way 200m left and then another 50m. Danke! Zooooom....
I haul ass back in the direction from which I just came, see the old man I was sitting next to still sitting in his seat on the train and see the sign goin the complete opposite way directi me towards platform 53.
One minute.
Of course there are 4 cars on this train for first class passengers. I carry a second class ticket. So as I lob myself onto the first 2nd class car I see, we pull out of the station.
So here I am, writing this post, sweating balls and happy that all went to plan...well, part one, K still needs to find the car....
Unbelievable. I am writing this fucking post and two guys, one Swiss one American...correction, American with Swedish wife apparently, is discussing this PRECISE situation and saying that by car it's impossible to get to Zurich by car from pfaffikon in 25 minutes but by train it's only 23 minutes. Now how tight the connection is between two and if you don't know where the platform is or you bump into someone you risk missing the train altogether. Hahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahaha. Stalkers.
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