On the wrong train

Munich main train station. The sleek, long high speed train was at the platform. I got into one of the cars and found a seat. With no reservation, I wasn’t sure what I’d find. But this was good.

Really good! A single seat by a window. No one beside me. Just the aisle. I leaned back and enjoyed.

Still a few minutes until departure. That’s when doubt set in. Because I noticed a reservation display listing…