“Come on get in the car” shouted my brother as I walked out the door. I jumped in the car and mum drove off. When we got to the train station we looked up at the times for Dublin. First, it said two minutes then five minutes after that ten and it went all the up to fifty-nine.
After an hour we saw the slowest train in history scrape along the tracks. “We can still make it to Dublin by 10 pm” said mom cheerfully. “But it is SO slow” I moaned. The station speaker called out that the train would arrive in Dublin by 3am. I moaned once more while I plodded on to the train.