Monday I asked my travel planner at what time the train left the next day, and he said 16.26.
Next day I had all of my packing in a big pile in my bed when the cute husband got home feeling sick and disturbed my already messy brain. NOOOO! It's not fair!
As time went on I'd figured it was time to double check the exact time. The clock was now 15.43. And - Ohh noo! It left at 15.32!
I missed the train!
16.26 was when it left from the next change station. Gahhh...
My husband said; if you leave within 2 minutes you can make it by car to the next change station.
Now I know I should not trust anyone who's sick...
Fortunately there was a first class seat on the next train (sounds UCG, but it was cheaper than 2'nd class), leaving within an hour. I figured I could drive the car half way back to my hometown and get the train there so my parents in law didn't have to go so far to collect it the next day.
I had an hour, and the trip itself would take me about 35 minutes. No sweat!
Well, that is, if you are not me...
First off I couldn't find my way out of that godforsaken town, and ended up at the same place 3 times before getting it right! Now I was down to 45 minutes...
And I also had to fill the tank before leaving the car.
The tank light went on. And just in time I arrived to the right town and I found a petrol vendor! 10 minutes left.
I have not refueled a car for at least 6 years, and that time I got help.