A Story wot this theme reminds me of.
Some 15 or 16 years ago, in a pub in Sittingbourne, Kent Uk, hard by the station it was the custom to adjourne for a beer or 10. Now one member of the club, Alf had a habit of ringing his wife on the lines of "I'am calling from Victoria (a London Station)". This he reckoned would give him an extra hours drinking, and the state of dear old British Rail Network South East made it very plausible.
Ah, Alf took that pitcher to the well once to often.
"Tell mummy I'am phoning from Victoria" - "Oh no your not !" His wife was behind him.
Poor sod, he was posted missing from that night on.
IUt's a true story, I know 'cos I was there.