Flashback #2: Check your tickets

So, Julie and I finally found each other in Frankfurt (see Flashback #1).
We were in the Frankfurt Airport, which is attached to the Frankfurt train station, which is convenient when you're landing only to catch an overnight train to Prague. While the whole not-finding-each-other thing did eat up some of our time buffer, we still had plenty of time to sit, devour some trail-mix, attempt to communicate with the train people regarding how to get my rail pass validated, and stare glazedly in post-adrenal stupor at the train arrival/departure board (one of those exciting ones that still uses the flippy letters which spin through with a satisfying whoosh every time they're updated).
Our train was to leave at 10:20pm.
At 8:45pm we continued to be mesmerized by the train board.
At 9:00pm I joked that after the ordeal of finding each other, it would sure be horrible-yet-funny if somehow we were at the wrong train station or something. Ha ha ha.
At 10:00pm we finally noticed that our train number was still not showing up on the pending departure board. Nor was any other international train. And that this might be a bad thing.
At 10:01pm we looked at our tickets. Again. More carefully this time.
At 10:02pm we were frantically dashing to the taxi cabs parked outside the airport, hoping that one would magically be able to get us to the international train station in downtown Frankfurt in enough time for us to get to our boarding platform before the train left. In fifteen minutes.
At 10:07pm we were being laughed at by the cab drivers for even imagining such a thing was worth asking.
At 10:24pm I was remembering my 9:00 quip as we settled into our luxury sleeping quarters, stretched out on the airport floor, awaiting morning and the cab that would take us to the international station and the 6:00am train to Prague. Ha ha.