Public Transport Paranoia

Ok, it finally paid off: for years I am feeling far too paranoid when it comes to plotting plan B and C for getting to one of London airports via public transport and allow far too much time, which is then usually spent at the gate, waiting for boarding. But not today, when I took the earliest tube possible to catch the flight to New York. The situation out of my bad dreams happened: stuck on the Piccadilly line due to signal failure at Heathrow (!!!) and not knowing when it will be solved. Eventually it was announced that our train will return to Central London. My plan B had already kicked in checking for an Uber before most of the other stranded passengers might have the   same idea. While I was slowly moving down the platform with all the other slightly stressed travellers, Uber was requested, confirmed and on its way. It worked all seemlessly. My stresslevels barely raised. I could even get three other guys on the cab, including an Aussie who was on his way home to see his mother in intensive care. Win, win, win. Bring on the paranoia!

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