Hilariously, my train journey home last night, which was otherwise going perfectly to plan, was delayed one stop from home. It’s smashing when that happens, as there’s nothing like being a couple of steps from the end of the journey and having the rug ceremoniously pulled from underneath you.

The reason for the delay? Because some tit of a man, having not heeded the on-train announcement that we’d arrived at a station, took ages to get his stuff together and watched in horror as the automatic doors slung shut. You can imagine what went through his brain: what can I do? How can I get the doors back open? I can’t possibly do the logical thing and wait for the next station before battling a heavily computerised train with its automatic doors, can I?

Actually, I’m being kind. None of these thoughts seemingly flashed through his head. Instead, he pulled the emergency lever, which triggered the doors, and he was able to go and meet who he had to meet on time. Phew.

The rest of us in said train, of course, were then delayed fifteen minutes, entertained  by a carnival of alarms going on, beeps from the internal phone system, a raging train manager and a couple of announcements over the PA that effectively told us off for what the guy before had done.

All because, effectively, someone was given the opportunity to push a button. That, for me, is the biggest problem with the modern day technological world. Whether it’s your other half with the remote control or the emergency controls of a train, the problem with buttons is people are oh-so-tempted to press them. There seems to be a mindset in some people that it’s their eternal right to press them, whereas the more logical and kind thing to do would be to cut their fingers off and flush them down the toilet.

The train, naturally, then got caught up in extra traffic that added a further five or ten minutes to the journey. And the after-effects in this case of one person activating controls they shouldn’t was a grumbling train manager, and a whole lot of people who had to wait, because one person couldn’t.

Not that I’m angry about it, of course. It’s just a good job I don’t watch Corrie…