My god! they don't make railroad men like your grandfather any more , well, not in the UK anyway.
That reminds me actually. When returning from a wedding reception one night (not my wedding) we were waiting on the Platform at Chesterfield station and the Intercity 125 from London rolls in a good 30 plus minutes late.
I lean out towards the platform edge and holding my wristwatch up and jabbing the glass with my index finger whilst looking at the approaching driver with a 'what kept you me-lad?' look on my face.
He sails past giving me the finger whilst looking resolutely dead ahead.
Now that is why I love this country : ) He did the right and proper thing and I laughed my head off all the way home.