I could write a whole book about things that went wrong while I was travelling. I have a very dear friend who says that my poor guardian angel is always overworked because I make him work overtime keeping me safe through everything.
In some AC trains, there’s a little metal box above the berth that you can open for light. ‘LIFT FOR LIGHT’, it says. As a child, I never needed it – I was not allowed to read in bed. When I became a little older (quite a bit older, actually), I excitedly lifted the cover.
And the light bulb burst as soon as I opened it.
It did not burst in my face, thankfully, but I had pieces of glass in my hair right through the long train journey. I was not able to comb all of them out of my hair – every time I ran the comb through my hair, more tiny pieces emerged. I finally managed to get them out only when I got home and had a shower.
I don’t use those things any more, except if I maintain a safe arm’s distance. Even then, I’m worried.
I ought to thank my lucky stars that it did not burst in my face, and I do. Thank you, my overworked guardian angel!