Friday evening I had to do overtime. We had work to do on the network that couldn’t be done while people were working on the network.
As normally time goes very fast during such a evening. And before I knew it the time was there to catch the last train home. But with enough time left I arrived on the railroad station of the city of Deventer and jumped in the train in the direction of Hengelo. I had to get another train in the city of Almelo. And here things went wrong, the train arrived too late in Almelo and I had to take a train later to Hengelo….. which meant I just missed the last bus of that day in the direction of the town of Haaksbergen (where I live).
Only thing left to was to take a taxi that would bring me home. That was easy, there are always enough taxi’s there.
In the taxi I had right away the feeling that I knew the driver. When he asked me if I had lived in the past in the town of Borne, I knew I was right. It turned he was the husband of someone I knew from the time I lived there. I was great to talk with him and to catch up bit. There was enough to tell. It was many years ago….
It is a small world after all….