I got to Kew Bridge this evening to find that the trains were running late again. An earlier train than the one I’d planned to catch was just pulling in and as it was packed and the next train was right behind it, I decided to wait and get a seat, having played enough sardines for one week already. This gave me a chance to observe the SWT guard as he stood there for a while in the rain, looking intently up the platform. The pips had gone, the doors had closed OK with no stray bags, arms, legs or small children stuck in them, but still he waited.
Curious, I turned to watch too. I can’t say exactly what the guard was waiting for but this is what I saw:
Two people running across the bridge, seeing the train, legging it down the stairs, skidding onto the platform, racing for the doors and pressing the button to no avail.
Only then did guard hop into his compartment, and the train move off, leaving them on the platform. Coincidence? You decide …