Scheduled departure

We had been waiting for the train a very long time. A few of the songs we sang had become favourites: one about the train that would come one day, most about the things we had done while we were waiting. On Saturdays we played a game, throwing coffee cups at the departures boards in three teams. Wednesday was market day, and Sundays were spent in quiet contemplation of the timetable. I fell in love, but it was not to be. At last, the train came, and I found I had bought the wrong ticket.