Monday morning, the train had just departed with its cargo of listless passengers, who were still tired from their weekend activities. The Station Master returned from the platform into his office, did his entry in the train register book and looked towards the ticket window as he heard the sound of running feet in the waiting room.
There was a young woman, still panting from running to the station, and demanded to know,
“Was this the 7:16?”
“Yes, it was,” the Stationmaster answered.
“How come you let the train go early?”
“I didn’t. The train was on time and it departed at 7:16 as per timetable.”
“This is unbelievable. The train is always running late and I’ll be late for work now, because of you,” she said in an angry voice and added, “I wish, for once one could trust the trains. But no, it is running on time when one expects it to be late.”
She bought a newspaper at the newsstand and sat down to wait for the next train. She opened the paper up and there it was, the headline screamed at her in big, fat letters:
STATE RAIL TIME TABLE IN SHAMBLES
“You can say that again,” she mumbled to herself.