Railway station of L.
I board the "intercity" train to Milan, exceptionally leaving on time.
I find my seat after the hassle of having to mind for the seat number, which wasn't necessarily until a while ago.
The train leaves quickly and I don't even have the time to watch the platform glide out the way.

In a little while, though, I am reminded by the harassing canned female phony voice of the loudest intercom that the train will indeed "arrive in a few minutes to the station of L."

So what? I live in a country where even when a train isn't late-- it is assumed to be late anyway.