Many years ago there was a suburban rail line alongside the norrn bank of the River Clyde here in Glasgow. It was closed by Dr Beechings cuts (expected as far as that dead line was concerned. Anyway i went upstairs as it was on an embankment and onto the isalnd plaform. The booking office window had a shutter down soIi knocked it and the sole station staff member a porter looked suroprise to see anyone at Whiteinch Riverside. I asked for a single to the next station Scotstoun East. His mouth actually fell opem looking kind of gobsmacked and he commented that no-one had ever got a ticket there amongst the very few passengers as it was so close. You could see it along the track and in walking terms not much over 5 minutes. He duly issued a ticket and I got off my 2 minute journey at the next stop. The porter there came out the booking office to see if anyone had got off and collect tickets. He toook mine and then stared at it then me in puzzlement. "You got on at Whiteinch Riverside to here?" I smiled and said "Yes". He shook his head in sheer wonderment and suggested it was a pointless journey but stoically I smiled and said they were stations and there was a ticket. He watched me disappearing down the stairs and shook his head before going back inside. I did find the reaction at both places quite funny.