Cobourg Via Rail Station

This perpetually under-​construction quick drop station is how I get to my mother and her fabulous garden and steak BBQs.
It’s small and filled with crappy vending machines, but there is always a TV playing something to keep you distracted while you wait. The parking situation is a nightmare, or so I’ve been told, but the little hill street in front doesn’t ticket.
Happy Rails.
PEPPER POINTS to the kind staff for their ability to move through lines at lightening speed. Seriously. How do you type that fast?

There was a yorkie, a station agent, a man, a Dasani-​soda machine, a vending machine, two bathrooms, 30 seats, two park benches rail side, three other people + the two us at 9pm on a Sunday. The yorkie wasn’t phased by train noise, the courtroom show on tv, or us talking about it. A Maphead like me does not appreciate the lack of signage here. All a guy asks for is either a permanent sign that has «Toronto» with an arrow pointing in its direction and/​or a «Montréal» in the other direction. With the construction of stairs that cross the rails, one could assume you have to walk over those to head West. Instead, you have to sit there and just assume that the near rail is the rail that heads West at night — however you have the knowledge that you deboarded the train the day before on that very same nearside rail when you were headed East. Following my neuroses?
With those park benches about three feet from the rails, I love yelling talking over the passing trains. Especially while noting that yorkie could care less.