On the plus side, you’ll get a great story. “Remember that time I melted on platform 3?” You’ll say to your grandkids. They won’t care. But you’ll know. You were there. You survived the Great Rail Roast of 2026.
You can also enjoy the forced camaraderie. Strangers bonding over shared misery. “You waiting for the 14:32 too? Oh, it’s cancelled? Same hat!” It’s like a horrible, sweaty festival no one wanted to attend.
So, here’s to the railways. They’re trying their best, I guess. But when the sun decides to be a red-hot jerk, even steel has a breaking point. Stay cool. Stay hydrated. And maybe just work from home on Tuesday. Your train track-loving friends will thank you.
