Wednesday I was a stupid idiot moron.
For the second time in less than a year, I managed to leave my passport on my desk, at home, instead of carrying it with me on an international trip. I realized this in Frankfurt and turned around going back home to Weimar to pick up the passport and start anew this morning.
As punishment the normal train was not running Thursday, there was a substitute train of a style I find especially uncomfortable.
I think I’m going to leave a note attached to my suitcase, “Got Passport?”
It also meant that I got to see the scenery between Weimar and Frankfurt three times in 27 hours. Other than the gorgeous redhead sitting at my table the last time, the scenery didn’t get any more exciting or interesting.
I did, personally, witness something I’ve wondered about since my first journey onboard an InterCity Express four years ago. The trains have two kinds of toilets–toilets barely big enough to hold a person, and one or two spacious wheelchair accessible toilets. The former have normal doors, with locks that one can easily turn and confirm, while the later, because they are for wheelchairs have automatic sliding doors.
The automatic sliding doors have always bothered me–you press a button to open and shut them, and I’ve always feared that if I pressed the wrong button on the inside, the door would shut, but not lock, and that somebody would come along and open the toilet whilst I was, err… engaged.
Yesterday I was the guy who came along: I had two toilets in front of me with the small and easy to lock toilet showing as engaged. Next door, the big wheelchair accessible toilet did not have its “busy” light lit up, so I pressed its button to open the automatic sliding door, which obediently slid open to reveal a man sitting on the throne.
I guess my concern was justified.