When he woke up he bought a sandwich, ate it & went back to sleep. (This isn’t a maths test, you don’t need to know the distance/speed).
“Can I see your ticket, please?”
“Oh, I need to buy a ticket”
“Where you going, pal?”
The guy glances at his phone.
“Edinburgh”
“Where did you get on?”
“Carlisle”
The train guard sits down next to him and pauses.
“Are you sure you didn’t get on sooner?”
The train guard furrows his brow, puts his ticket machine down and picks up a receipt from the table in front of the guy.
“This train stopped in Carlisle 10 minutes ago, but this receipt was issued over an hour ago.”
Wasn’t this supposed to be made available to the defence team?
I can see the beads of sweat forming on the guy’s forehead.
“That’s not mine” (Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, the evidence the prosecution have is circumstantial)
He does, too! The train guard is Sherlock Holming the crap out of this. The guy might has well have had mayo on his face. What a plum!
Damn. He’s denying everything. Is the train guard going to inspect the sandwich packaging?
“Carlisle to Edinburgh, that’s £27. Cash or card?”
The guy pulls out his wallet & slides over his debit card. There’s a definite air of smugness, he put the card on the table like it was a platinum credit card.
The train guard is looking at the card very closely.
The guy appears confused.
“This is the same card used to buy the sandwich, sir.”
The guy’s eyes are darting back and forth from the guard to the card.
“No.... what?”
“... and I’m sure if I checked the camera footage we’d see you getting on earlier and buying that sandwich”.
“No problem, sir. Where did you get on”
“Wigan”
“That’ll be £71, please, sir”
I mean, the real crime here is the price of rail travel but, wow. What a trip.