Riding the train home tonight, we once again went flying past our station. At least this time he only dumped everyone at the next station - last time it was two stations away before he stopped. The excuse from the driver - I forgot to stop. Well that just makes it all better doesn't it. Half a train's worth of commuters dumped off at the wrong stop, with a 22 minute delay before they can get another train back to the station they wanted. The amount of swearing from passengers nearly floored me, especially since the worst of it seemed to come from the women. I don't know why they don't just automate the damned things, it can't be that difficult. Instead, you get a transport system where your not sure if its running on time, running at all, or whether its actually going to stop or not. Surprisingly, the rail stationmaster didn't seem to know what was going on either - he arranged for a special train to pick up the stranded, but it arrived, sat on the station for 2 minutes with its doors shut and its lights off, before streaking away leaving everyone puzzled on the platform.