How I almost got arrested
It wasn't a good day for me on the trains. Checked
my train times app over breakfast to discover my train this morning had been
cancelled, so I'd need to get the next train, which confusingly is more
expensive as it takes a different route. So I dutifully turned up at the station
only to discover the ticket machine was out of service.
At least the later train arrived on time, so I boarded and found the guard to
buy a ticket. Unfortunately, his ticket machine wasn't working awfully
well, so we were almost at Guildford where I had a 4 minute connection before
he could issue the ticket. Unfortunately it looked like this:
The guard, Shaun, said I could change it at the ticket office and I checked
that Waterloo would be OK as there wasn't time at Guildford. He said that
it would be OK.
At Waterloo, I tried the ticket in the gateline barrier, but not surprisingly
it didn't work. So I showed it to a gateline supervisor and she let me
through. I then proceeded to the ticket office where I waited in a queue for
service for 10 mins and finally got to speak to a ticketing agent. She refused
point blank to replace the ticket by one that was properly printed and with
a working magnetic stripe. The reason was that First Great Western had sold
the ticket, so South West Trains couldn't swap it for one that was properly
printed. It's not as if you'd expect Sainsburys to sell you Tesco's
goods, she said, illustrating a complete lack of any customer care or even relevance.
I'd discover later this was a rehearsed mis-analogy.
I could at this point I guess have bought another ticket and claimed my £21.50
back from First Great Western. But a) I'm me, and b) it just seemed so
ludicrous, that she must have got it wrong. I demanded to speak to the next
level of SWT-droid.
He duly arrived and repeated the mantra about SWT not being able to make good
a bad ticket issued by another train company. And yes, you wouldn't expect
to buy Tesco goods at Sainsburys would you. I argued that I wasn't trying
to do any such thing, but simply wanted a faulty piece of cardboard that gave
me access to a network of railways including not only FGW and SWT but also Southern,
South Eastern and TFL replaced with an identical one that worked. I could prove
purchase as I had my credit card slip with me. But no, he too was blinkered
by the absurd Sainsburys / Tesco analogy. So I demanded to speak to the manager.
Now let me introduce you to Mr Chico Coulibaly, the Duty Station manager. He
at least spoke to me outside the glass walled enclosure of the ticket office.
Once again he refused to simply swap the ticket for a working one. So I asked
him to write down on a piece of SWT paper exactly why he was refusing simply
to swap my ticket for an identical but working one. He refused, but told me
about Tesco and Sainsburys again. His other suggestion was that I should go
to Paddington and get FGW to reissue the ticket. He was unable to suggest how
I should do that as my ticket wouldn't work in the ticket barriers. At
this point I was getting just a tad annoyed, so said that if he wouldn't
write it down, would he at least explain it again...
Video clip
Which seemed to cause him some disquiet and to utter the threat to have me arrested
for taking his picture. I think he'd have been even more annoyed if he
knew I was videoing him - and maybe more annoyed even than that if he sees it
after I've put it on youtube.
He rushed off and found Ryan, a fairly affable PCSO. Ryan was phased by my question
as to whether taking a picture of evidence of unhelpfulness was indeed an arrestable
offence. Ryan did manage to calm Mr Coulibaly (and me) down. It was clear I'd
get nowhere as Coulibaly was the most senior person SWT were prepared to let
speak to customers (although they of course maintained I wasn't a customer
as my ticket was from FGW). So Ryan and I wandered off towards the Jubilee line
and he offered to come an assist if I couldn't get through the barrier.
I completed my journey by waving the ticket at the barrier supervisors on the
tube, reached Maya House and had a well needed coffee. Now all I have to do
is use the ticket to get home.
Maybe I need to cut a hole in my shirt pocket to facilitate covert filming next
time, or just stand the iPhone on a cardboard prop to poke the camera over the
pocket.
© 2011 Howard Fisher