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A Parent's Nightmare
Mind you, the Dad was a bit dumb loading the pram on to the train then waiting back on the platform for his wife.
The inevitable happened, the doors close and off goes the train.
A happy ending fortunately, the family were re-united.
I bet he's not flavour-of-the-month in her book at the moment though.
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Things like that actually happen remarkably often. One of teaching colleagues was getting a group of kids onto a London Underground train, only for the doors to close, leaving half of the group on the platform as he and the others started train journey. It was several hours before they were re-united.
While working at a rail station, I had a mother panicking because she'd managed to board an Ipswich-bound train while her (primary school age) kids were on a Southend-bound one. That took a lot of phone calls to get sorted out!
While working at a rail station, I had a mother panicking because she'd managed to board an Ipswich-bound train while her (primary school age) kids were on a Southend-bound one. That took a lot of phone calls to get sorted out!
^^^ That's what another of my teaching colleagues did, Mamya! He shopped at Asda with his wife, loaded everything into their car and drove home. It was only when they got home that they realised their toddler son wasn't with them!
After breaking the speed limit to get back, they found him sitting in his pushchair in the Adsa car park, happily chatting to passers-by ;-)
After breaking the speed limit to get back, they found him sitting in his pushchair in the Adsa car park, happily chatting to passers-by ;-)
Not quite the same but -
My wife and I were on holiday in Marbella when our two oldest girls were about ten and eight.
We queued for ages for the bus into town, it eventually arrived, and the exit doors in the middle were right where we were waiting.
I told my wife to get on with the girls, and I would queue at the front door and pay - seemed foolproof.
Three people in front of he, the driver said something which I guess translates as 'Full up, no more ..', closes the doors and drives off, leaving my wife and kids on the bus with no money to pay!
While I am wondering what to do, hey presto, another bus appears, and I hop on that one, and when the bus in front, with my family on, pulled in at a stop, my bus sailed past it, so I actually got to the bus station first.
My wife was in serious panic mode, the girls thought it was hilarious, and we learned our lesson - one on - all on!!!
My wife and I were on holiday in Marbella when our two oldest girls were about ten and eight.
We queued for ages for the bus into town, it eventually arrived, and the exit doors in the middle were right where we were waiting.
I told my wife to get on with the girls, and I would queue at the front door and pay - seemed foolproof.
Three people in front of he, the driver said something which I guess translates as 'Full up, no more ..', closes the doors and drives off, leaving my wife and kids on the bus with no money to pay!
While I am wondering what to do, hey presto, another bus appears, and I hop on that one, and when the bus in front, with my family on, pulled in at a stop, my bus sailed past it, so I actually got to the bus station first.
My wife was in serious panic mode, the girls thought it was hilarious, and we learned our lesson - one on - all on!!!
Again, not quite the same but it brought an incident to mind. I couldn't have been more than 4 or 5. Visiting Grandma in Glasgow with Mum (I was,therefore, totally lost) I looked up from drifting along in her wake (she was pushing my little sister) and she'd disappeared!
I did what I'd been instructed to do. Climbed the 2 steep steps into the shop (I think it was a sweetie shop and this was just post-war) and told the shopkeeper and his wife that I'd lost my mum. They sat me down to wait for her. NO! They didn't give me any sweets. :(
I can remember her opening the door and rushing across the shop floor. I couldn't understand the fuss t.b.h.. I'd done as I was told, it all worked correctly, what was the problem? :)
I did what I'd been instructed to do. Climbed the 2 steep steps into the shop (I think it was a sweetie shop and this was just post-war) and told the shopkeeper and his wife that I'd lost my mum. They sat me down to wait for her. NO! They didn't give me any sweets. :(
I can remember her opening the door and rushing across the shop floor. I couldn't understand the fuss t.b.h.. I'd done as I was told, it all worked correctly, what was the problem? :)
The story goes that when i was about 9 month old, my mother and aunt went shopping, leaving me in the care of my uncle. Around lunchtime, he began to feel a tad thirsty and, as his local was just a few doors away, he put me in the pram and introduced me to the smell of alcohol. Problem with the uncle was that he couldn't handle his ale and he had one too many, forgot i was with him, went home and promptly fell asleep on the settee.
Obviously when mum and aunt returned, panic ensued. However, it was soon worked out where he had left me and i was returned to my mum, having been fed and changed by the young landlady who had a baby of her own.
Some 30 odd years later, i was playing pool for my local in a pub on the outskirts of town and when the landlady saw my name on the card, she enquired as to my parentage. Turned out she was the one who had fed and changed me all those years previous.
Needless to say, Uncle was never charged with the responsibility of looking after me ever again.
Obviously when mum and aunt returned, panic ensued. However, it was soon worked out where he had left me and i was returned to my mum, having been fed and changed by the young landlady who had a baby of her own.
Some 30 odd years later, i was playing pool for my local in a pub on the outskirts of town and when the landlady saw my name on the card, she enquired as to my parentage. Turned out she was the one who had fed and changed me all those years previous.
Needless to say, Uncle was never charged with the responsibility of looking after me ever again.
Similar thing happened to us, we were helping our daughter at the station, she got on the train with her daughter in the pram and we got on with their luggage, speaking to the guard that we were only helping, not travelling. Suddenly the doors closed and the train set off. The guard apologised and gave us 'tickets' to get us back from the next station, half an hour away. As we were in first class we were given tea and biscuits when they came round but it was a long wait at the next station for a return train. Luckily the guard had contacted the original station because our car was parked for almost three hours in a one hour spot.
//Probably safer on a train with a variety of passengers rather than left outside of a shop.
Ooops, that's what I did.//
Are you my late Mum?? I was left outside the bakers to watch my brother, I'd be about 4 and he'd be about 2 in his pram. When she came out I wasn't there, she didn't panic too much, she walked across the main road into the Infant school and there I was, sitting in the office with the very puzzled Headmistress! I was desperate to start school and only stopped howling when the Head 'put my name down'.
Many years later I met a friend in the NAAFI with her snotty, crying toddler and a baby in the trolley. I offered to take the baby, so she could deal with the snot-bag. At the checkout I paid for my stuff and went to the packing bench, wondering why someone was allowing a baby to howl and it was only when someone said 'Is that your baby crying' that I realised Oops!
Ooops, that's what I did.//
Are you my late Mum?? I was left outside the bakers to watch my brother, I'd be about 4 and he'd be about 2 in his pram. When she came out I wasn't there, she didn't panic too much, she walked across the main road into the Infant school and there I was, sitting in the office with the very puzzled Headmistress! I was desperate to start school and only stopped howling when the Head 'put my name down'.
Many years later I met a friend in the NAAFI with her snotty, crying toddler and a baby in the trolley. I offered to take the baby, so she could deal with the snot-bag. At the checkout I paid for my stuff and went to the packing bench, wondering why someone was allowing a baby to howl and it was only when someone said 'Is that your baby crying' that I realised Oops!
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