…I thought my train was at 11.45am. It’s at 1.45pm, so here I am in a Subway in New Orleans that looks like it was last refurbished in 1978 (nothing wrong with that) and that is very adamant about NO REFILLS for fountain drinks. Perhaps one could try to make a case for 24h time displays instead, but then I’d have turned up at 3.45 for a 1.45pm train, and that would’ve been decidedly worse. C’est la vie.
My fountain drink is huge, though.
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