Toni Le Busque's stories.

I’m on the train to Long Hanborough when I realise Long Hanbrorough has already been and gone.
I say fuck, out loud, and start walking back through the train.
There’s a girl standing between the carriages.
'Did they call Hanborough?' I say to her.
She says no.
'The fuckers,' I say.
'You can get off at Charlbury,' she tells me, 'get back on the train for Oxford and get off at Hanborough.
'Oh, thank fuck for that,' I say.
Then she tells me there will be a train in 20 minutes or so.
'Why don't they call every station?' I ask her.
'Because they're nobs,' she says, and we both laugh.
Then, a man standing next to me asks where I’m going.
He has his phone out and is looking down at it.
'Hanborough,' I say.
I get my phone out too, and so does the girl.
'Just checking the trainline.com,' the man says and so do the girl and I.
There’s no signal and after a few minutes we all give up.
'Anyway,' I say, 'could be worse. Where does this train go.'
'Hereford,' says the man.
'Fuck,' I say, 'Hereford?'