In general, I am an economical woman, and I keep a list of family expenses, I do not go to stores every day, I try to buy things at bargain prices. Well, of course, it doesn't come to madness for me, but still. I'll tell you how I pampered myself once and regretted it a lot.
I had a trip to another city, and I was already going to take a ticket in the reserved seat, but, as always, they began to dissuade me. First my husband, then my colleague at work, then my mother. Everyone tried to persuade me to take a ticket in a deluxe compartment.
In general, I really like to ride trains. And, in general, the reserved seat never bothered me. People come out, come in, everyone has different destinies, their own affairs, their own stories. But everything should have a chapel. My conditions are the travel time of two days, cleanliness in the carriage, dry closet and adequate passengers. But I had a trip of 4 whole days, and under the pressure of my family and friends, I began to doubt. The economy is good, the toad was choking me badly, but one case decided everything.
I was looking through the train map and suddenly saw that there were two-seater compartments. And just one had two empty seats. Only this is not a suite, where both shelves are lower, but an ordinary compartment, and the shelves are above each other. Unusual, but it suits me. And I still bought one place from the bottom.
On the day of the trip, I was very surprised when I entered my compartment, it was very narrow, cramped, it’s good that I have no fear of confined spaces. I received linen from the conductor, made my "bed", ate, drank tea. The mood got better. The whole day I drove alone, looked at the landscapes through the window, and enjoyed.
But the happiness ended the next day. There was a knock on the door, I opened, the conductor was on the threshold, and next to her was a very fat man. So I got a neighbor, which I did not expect, because I still had three days to go.
The man clambered into the compartment, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He introduced himself as Stanislav, quickly told that he was on a business trip, and barely had time to buy a train ticket. In general, he was supposed to be taken on a working machine, but it broke down. Well, this is a direct fate, I thought, such a sad, terrible fate.
The fellow traveler offered to have a snack, but I refused and graciously gave him my seat so that he could eat. For the rest of the trip, he either ate or slept. It turns out, when he ate, I had to sit in a corner, and not interfere with him, and when he climbed upstairs, I started to panic. I was so afraid that he would fall on me, and I just could not sleep well.
So I drove, afraid for my life, and as soon as I managed to take a nap, I was awakened by a terrible snoring in the whole compartment, and the smell of garlic and some other food was in the air. I’ve lost count of how many times I had to give Stanislav a place to eat, and how many times I prayed that he would not fall on me! It was real horror! I tried, honestly tried to find the pluses in the situation, as psychologists advise. But I couldn't do it. And I somehow got to my destination.
So why am I writing all this here? Besides, it will be nice to ride in such a compartment for those who are traveling alone or with a friend / colleague / relative. Nobody knows who will join you in a day, and how this will affect your nervous system.
Perhaps my story will be useful for someone. Once again I was convinced that I don't need to listen to anyone, and it is better to do as my heart dictates, well, or a toad that strangles.
The original article is posted here: https://kabluk.me/psihologija/kupila-bilet-v-komfortnom-kupe-i-silno-ob-etom-pozhalela.html
