My niece came down from Edinburgh at the weekend, with her new bike[1].
Normally she comes down by bus and I meet her at Dumfries, which is
half an hour's drive away. She could get to Dumfries by train, but that
means one train into Glesca, change stations, one train down to
Dumfries. So I met her at Lockerbie, which is nearer an hour away.
Today, she has to go back. So she phones up Virgin to book her bike on
the train.
Sorry, Dave, I can't do that.
You apparently can't (officially) book a bike on a virgin train at
anywhere but the station of departure. You can't do it on the Web. You
can't do it on the phone. And you also can't do it at all, apparently,
on the day of travel, because 'bookings have already closed'. No
apologies, no attempt to be helpful. My niece, who has worked in the
past as a call-centre droid, didn't shout at her. It wouldn't have done
any good.
But seriously what sort of a service is this? We were supposed to spend
two hours of Sunday driving into Lockerbie (or, indeed, six hours of
Sunday cycling to Lockerbie) in order to carry out a transaction which
should have taken under a minute online? It's total bloody madness!
[1] And I'm even more impressed by what EBC can supply for £215 than I
expected to be. It has the most complete set of braze-ons you'll see
this side of a Dawes Galaxy. It's beautifully finished, well equipped,
and not too heavy; will suit her very well.
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