Had one involving both trains and buses last night...
I was travelling from Exeter to Barnstaple for a day trip with the family. A 3-car GWR Class 158 turned up and we boarded - all normal thus far. However, this journey happened to take 3.5 hours meaning we arrived into Barnstaple at 3:45 pm, giving us 15 minutes before the last train back to Exeter at 4 pm!
In addition to this, the line to Barnstaple was strangely scenic for what it is (not that it isn't already scenic). Most of the journey was spent meandering between towering mountains akin to those you find in places like Switzerland.
When we arrived at Barnstaple, the station was identical to the real thing itself, but the area outside the station had been completely redesigned. Surrounded by buildings on both sides, there was a large tarmacked forecourt as you exited the station - almost identical to Inverness.
In the forecourt, there was a group of what must've been at least 50 people. Our short time allowance meant we stayed put, and within the next five minutes, the crowd must've grown to over 100 people.
Alas, it turned out that there was some sort of problem and there were to be no more trains at Barnstaple for the rest of the day - despite the train we arrived in still parked up at the platform.
Tickets were being accepted on local Stagecoach buses back towards Exeter, so we made our way to Barnstaple bus station - which, strangely also looked identical to Inverness bus station, except it had just two stands.
An Exeter-bound bus pulled in - the "9" - and so I boarded. The bus was an Enviro 400 MMC in old Stagecoach livery. It turns out the other members of my family were too slow, and were unable to make the bus before it drove off.
As we pulled out of the bus station, I remember shouting down to the driver to request if he could stop for a moment so that they could board, but the response I got as soon as I said "Excuse me, driver," was "WHAT?!"
I remember telephoning the stranded family members, telling them to take the next bus and I would wait them at home.
After which, I happened to notice a old friend who was also on the same bus, incidentally just four rows in front of me. Now, in real life, this is a friend whom I hadn't spoken to for many years, until the other day when we coincidentally came across each other online.
We got chatting and decided to disembark at a farm shop in the middle of nowhere, where we must've spent an hour or so. By this time, it was already dark, so the bus journey must've been pretty long! During our time there, we witnessed the subsequent "9" service passing the bus stop (the bus which the stranded family members must've been on). This was an Enviro 400 City with a glazed staircase in old Stagecoach livery - do these even exist in real life?
Anyhow, we made our way back to the bus stop and very strangely boarded the same bus we had earlier disembarked.
I don't remember what happened after that, but I was suddenly transported home with my friend nowhere to be seen... it would've been another five hours before the rest of my family arrived back...