Once upon a time children didn’t fly in business class and the Bundesbahn was always on time.
Ok, now that I am done living in fairy land I will deal with the realities of today. The young lady in the row ahead of me was an angel for all but 15 minutes of the entire flight. The train, on the other hand – there is little on can do about that. A detour into the Lufthansa Arrival Lounge in Terminal B let me email George about what train I was going to be on since he had volunteered to pick me up in Mannheim. There was also plenty of time to get to the platform as our luggage did not exactly arrive promptly. I do understand; any plane with 500+ passengers is going to have a lot of luggage..
The train – ah yes. I arrived with 10 minutes to spare on Track 5 only to find that my train was running 55 minutes late. I was so not in the mood. As I stood there reading the sign slowly and carefully to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, I hear an announcement. Arriving on my platform is a different train, bound for Karlsruhe and Basel but stopping in Mannheim. It is running 30 minutes late. Do I care that I had made a seat reservation? Not at all.
The upshot is that I arrived in Mannheim 1 minute before my original scheduled arrival time. I had barely made the meeting point before George pulled up. Luckily he had not bothered to check for train delays….