Right. So apparently we’re a plot device now. Let me set the scene. Six of us, coming back from the FCL match. Were we drunk? Technically yes. Were we “drunk football fans causing problems in carriage 4”? Absolutely not. Sämi had spilled a Feldschlösschen on Dani’s shoe and they were having a philosophical debate about whether that counts as an assault. That’s it. That was the “issue.” So we’re on the 22:10 IR to Luzern, being perfectly civilised apart from the shoe situation, when this older conductor storms in. Doesn’t even look at us. Just scans the carriage, counts heads, mutters something into his radio, and leaves again. The whole interaction lasted maybe eight seconds. Sämi goes “what was that about” and I say “no idea” and we go back to the shoe trial. THEN. About ten minutes later. This young conductor appears at the door of carriage 4. He looks like a man who has just sent a text to the wrong person and is watching the three dots appear. He stands in the doorway for a moment, looks at us, looks back towards carriage 2, and then just… sits down on one of the fold-out seats between the carriages. Just sits there. Staring at the floor. Marco — who is the most emotionally intelligent of our group despite having drunk four beers — goes over and asks if he’s okay. The kid looks up and says, and I quote: “Do you have valid tickets?” We all show our GAs. He nods slowly and says “Good. That’s good. At least there’s that.” Then he just sits there for the remaining 30 minutes to Luzern. Occasionally sighing. At one point I think he opened the SBB app on his own phone and stared at it like it had personally betrayed him. Meanwhile, Marco keeps trying to bring him into our conversation. “Hey, do you think spilling beer on someone’s shoe constitutes property damage?” The kid doesn’t answer. He’s in his own world. A world of amber screens and regret. When we pull into Luzern, we all get off and the kid just stays seated. Like the train is his home now. He lives here. This is where he processes his choices. I didn’t think much of it until Sämi sent the group chat three Reddit links tonight and said “JUNGS WE WERE THE DRUNK FOOTBALL FANS” and now apparently we’re famous for being the reason a supervisor abandoned his trainee in his hour of need. For the record: 1. We were not drunk. We were festively hydrated. 2. We were not causing problems. The shoe thing was a civil matter. 3. The supervisor spent exactly zero seconds dealing with any “issue” in carriage 4. He walked in, vibed, and left. 4. That poor trainee looked like he aged five years in one evening. If the guy from carriage 2 who got wrongly fined is reading this — we were rooting for you the whole time. Not that we knew what was happening. But retroactively, in our hearts, we were there for you. Sämi says he’ll testify if needed. He won’t. He has a court date for the shoe thing. (Kidding. Mostly.) submitted by /u/gazingaaa
Originally posted by u/gazingaaa on r/Switzerland