I got off the tube at home last night as per usual. I walked down the stairs (as always concentrating hard and on the lookout for potential hazards—including men with folding bicycles) to the barriers. I place my ticket on the Oyster card thingy and it doesn’t work. Not unusual, so I wait a couple of seconds, ignoring the huffing and puffing of all the people running into me and each other in the queue behind, then put it back on the pad. It works and the gates open. Then, somehow, as I’m taking it off the pad, I manage to lob it behind me, over my shoulder and into the heaving mass of commuters behind me. Don’t know how, but I did. Now I’m in a quandary. The gates are open but do I go through now that my ticket is on the wrong side? Then I’ll have to ask them to let me back through without a ticket to retrieve mine from god knows where now it’s been kicked about by various Leytonstonians. What to do, what to do…?
Thankfully fate intervened (or rather the man behind me did) and I was pushed through by the big bloke following me. I stood on the other side for a moment looking forlorn, until a nice man who’d seen the entire incident handed me my ticket. With only the smallest of grins.