NOT. There I am at the Train Station’s self-check-in port. How it works: with your train-pass in your right hand, you place it on the check-in screen which is about hip high. At the moment the card is being read, directly in front of you, the meter high portal gates – they remind me of clear saloon doors – swing inward toward the train tracks, allowing you to step onto the platform. I had exactly 60 seconds to get onto the train that was waiting on track #1, just the other side of the plexiglass-saloon-doors. On my left shoulder a couple of bags were jostling somewhat awkwardly as I stepped up to the doors, my right hand behind me. Don’t know what happened next, but suddenly the card slipped out of my hand and fell to the ground. Behind me. I stepped back to retrieve it, bending down at an angle as the shoulder bags bobbed against me. It took a few seconds to gather up the card from the cement sidewalk, and in this time, the doors which had swung open, now swung shut. 45 seconds to go! I pushed. I shoved, I called out, and every time I re-scanned the now fast-held card, the screen informed me I had already checked in. I could not call for help as there was no one to be seen on the other side of the barrier. I yelled anyway, but to no avail. As I stood there, helplessly, the train doors graciously slid shut and the train slowly pulled away from the Station. Pulled away from the Station!! I was forced to wait another 5 minutes until a sweet-young-thing approached the ticket reading machine. After briefly explaining my dilemma, I asked if I could follow her onto the platform. One has to be quick because the sensor reads when two people pass on one scan and an alarm sounds. Go For It! 20 minutes later I boarded another train headed in the direction I wanted to go. When I disembarked, I found someone wearing a train logo shirt and asked him what I should have done differently. “You have to wait 5 minutes for the machine to clear, and then you re-scan”, he said. “That means that in any case I would never have made the train waiting with 45 seconds to go, I clarified. “No”, he said, “You would not.”