Of a morning I like to pop to the coffee booth at Reading and get myself a nice hot chocolate from the lovely people at AMT. Today it didn't work like that.
They don't take cards, and I have 24p in my wallet. A transaction was not going to happen.
So, I thought, if the train I get on has a new style buffet car I'll get one there. They take cards.
The train arrives.
It has a new style buffet car.
I order a hot chocolate.
It comes HOT. In a paper cup. Not weighing very much which I thought was odd.
By the time I got to Paddington, 25 minutes later, the drink was still too hot to drink, and the little bit I sipped tasted like hot water with essence of chocolate.
My mouth and tounge are now burnt. I haven't had a drink. I'm not happy. This is no way to begin a Thursday.
I will not be buying a hot chocolate from First Great Western ever again.
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I sent this post to the people who sit near me. General response: "I bet he's fun at a party".
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