At Kings Cross, I ran for the train and just made it, and more to my surprise managed to get the last seat in the carriage.
The journey takes just under two hours, so I unloaded my rucksack to get my tablet and catch up on some Game of Thrones.
About an hour into my journey I heard the ticket inspector making his way through the train, so once again picked up my rucksack from the floor to find my season ticket.
Under the seat in front of me I noticed a package, “Someone must have forgotten some shopping.” I thought to myself. This was my chance to do a good deed for the day. When the ticket inspector arrived at me I gave the parcel to him, asking he could give it to the office at the end of the line, knowing that the person who had left it would be able to hopefully get it back again.
Then to my horror, as he walked away with the package I realised it was my own parcel that I had just given to him, there was my name and address looking at my from the underside of the parcel as he walked away. it must have fallen out of my rucksack earlier. I could and really should have asked him for it back, but not wanting to look stupid in front of a full carriage I watched as the inspector took it away.
I never saw those trouser again. The office at the end of the line says that nothing was given in to them. I've seen the same ticket inspector since, and when I do I always check, but so far I haven't seen him wearing the trousers...