I went for my interview at Cambridge alone, from Sunderland. Had a horrendously bad interview, knew for a fact I hadn't gotten in, and then headed for the train station.
Got to my platform early and waited for them to announce my train. One train moved off from the platform, and I was thinking 'oh, mine must be coming in now then', and when it didn't happen, I asked someone and they were like 'oh yeah, it went ten minutes ago'. 'Can I catch the next one with this ticket?' 'No.'
It gets better. Went to the desk to buy a ticket, and they didn't take my electron, which I had in hand. So I went to the cash machine to get the £75 for the new ticket, and then realised I'd lost my electron. Where? I'll never know. I went to phone my dad, distraught, and my battery was dead. So they had to call him from the booking office and he had to pay the money over the phone.
Still worse. My train is delayed because someone had thrown themselves on the line, so I might miss my 2 connecting trains. Get to the first one with about 10 seconds to spare, and then that's running late, so I might miss the next one.
The only nice thing about the journey was that a family on the train from Ely saw I was upset and when I told them what happened said I could come and stay with them for the night- don't things like that restore your faith in humanity?
Got home in the end, and collapsed in tears when I saw my dad. one of the worst days of my life!