The greatest job in the world

SO THERE I was earlier this week, waiting on the platform for the Dart out to the Ireland team camp in Malahide, when the Howth train pulled in. While everyone else was boarding, I continued to read my paper until an unfamiliar voice suddenly hailed me. It was the driver, leaning out his window.

“You’re not getting on?”

“No, thanks. Waiting for the next one.”