One morning, I was on my way to work in Rotterdam. When I arrived at the train station in Amsterdam, I felt like I already did half a day’s work: my baby boy had woken up a couple of times during the night, and I was bone tired. That morning, I quickly fed him, dressed him and brought him to the day care centre. I had to run to catch my bus to Amsterdam.
When I arrived at the train station, I was thinking that I had no idea what the coming time was going to look like. My relationship had ended a while ago, and, to avoid any issues, I had lived at different places with my infant son Mike. I was the breadwinner, and at work, there were also some difficulties. On top of that, my parents had been ill, and there were a lot of other things that required my attention.
That day, instead of running from the bus to the train, I decided to stop and get a cup of coffee first. I ordered a Latte Macchiato and walked to the platform. The train was just arriving. I passed two train conductors; one large, the other a bit smaller. While I walked past them, deep in thought, the large one said to me, “Oh, delicious, how nice of you to get me a coffee!” I looked up, put the coffee in front of him and replied, “That is fine! It’s a Latte, is that ok for you?” He laughed and said, “No, no, it was just a joke.” I said, “You can have it, maybe you need it more than I do.”
A short time later I had taken a seat in the silent section of the train with my laptop open, sipping from the Latte the train conductor kindly declined. The conductor passed me, stopped and gave me two free tickets for the high-speed train. He said, “I was so surprised that you wanted to give me your coffee, most people just say, ‘No, this is mine,’ and keep walking.
This happened quite a few years ago, and while it was not a nice day in my life, this is what is what I remember most vividly about that day. I still think back on it with positive feelings. And perhaps the conductor does, too.