With only six minutes until departure from Oslo Central station, the F6 train was brightly lit inside, passengers popping in and out of compartment doors. We were not on board. In our eagerness, we’d plucked the key cards to our own compartments from the conductor’s hand on the concourse, then rushed down the ramp to the platform, forgetting to note our carriage number. Now, a kindly employee holding a bag of fresh radishes was peering at the cards. “I can’t help you, I’m afraid,” he shrugged. “I’m just driving the train.”
距离奥斯陆中央车站发车只剩六分钟，F6列车车内灯火通明，乘客在各隔间门前进进出出。我们却还不在车上。因为心急，我们在站厅从列车员手里抢先拿走了自己隔间的房卡，随后沿坡道直奔站台，却忘了记下车厢号。此时，一位拎着一袋新鲜萝卜的好心员工正盯着卡片看。“恐怕帮不上忙，”他耸了耸肩说，“我只是这趟车的司机。”
您已阅读10%（685字），剩余90%（6269字）包含更多重要信息，订阅以继续探索完整内容，并享受更多专属服务。