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We bought our tickets to Ercolano and hurried down the stairs to the trains, since one was just about to leave. The passenger-to-be has to put his cardboard ticket in a machine, which dates the ticket, spits it out, and opens the gate. Sue went through, and I put my ticket in the machine. It kept kicking my ticket back out. This was puzzling, since I had gone through the same gate yesterday in one try. Eventually, after a half dozen tries, I wondered if there was a difference between which end went in first. I turned the ticket around, tried again, and the gate opened! I stepped through the gate and looked for Sue’s hat. In a crowd of people, the easiest way for me to find her, since she is tall, is to look for her white hair or her hat. But. No hat, no wife, no train. I leaned against a pillar to wait for the next train, which left in half an hour. I assumed I would catch up with her at the Ercolano station. Ten minutes later an incoming train arrived (this station was the end of the line), and Sue appeared in front of me. After she had jumped on the train and found the man behind her wasn’t her husband, she got off at the next station and came back. How many wives would do that? Most would have gone shopping. |
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