In their wisdom, National Rail has positioned both of their cash machines, the only two in Glasgow Queen Street train station, after the bloody ticket barriers.
Why do they think people need cash after they have had to buy their ticket, for a £4.50 miniature box of Pringles? Surely the punters who need the cash machines lie on the other side of the barriers where money is actually needed to purchase a ticket!
Move the f***ing cash machines to the correct side of the station!
Awaiting reply. All National Rail enquiries can do is show a picture of said useless cash machines!
Skelptarse definitely required!
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What is Skelpt Arse?
To use a splendid bit of sadly, now seldom-used Scottish vernacular, whose 'arse' definitely needs 'skelpt'?
Who or what has been letting you down, letting our magnificent country down or who generally needs brought into line. Politicians? Overly politically-correct-mandarins? Jobsworth civil-servants? Service industry specialists who've not been servicing? You tell us!
We've got a sliding scale of 'skelpitness' from a light smack or a pure, red, stinger? You decide!