Today I enjoyed that quintessential European experience, the grève, or strike. The strike in question was a train strike (more specifically, train controllers), and I learned of it when I got to the train station and saw that almost every scheduled train appeared to be cancelled, including mine. (Actually, most trains appeared to be expunged, with no trace on the board; normally, a cancelled train is on the board and labelled as cancelled.)
I ended up sharing a cab to work. At the taxi stand I overheard the guy in front of me saying he was going to Diegem, which is where I was going too. It was a funny coincidence, less than 1% chance that I'd be going to the same neighborhood, and when you add that I happened to overhear where he was heading, the odds were probably 1 in 1000 or more. But it saved me half my cab fare!
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