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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