Three cups as entertainment

My housemate and husband only half humour me about my desire to be at a train station or airport early. Rick, once, even suggested we arrive 24 hours in advance and mumbled about sleeping bags and waiting room floors.

However, for our train trip from Stuttgart of Köln today, they insisted we arrive no more than 45 minutes early, which still left time for a cup of tea.

J. noticed three cups in the middle of one of the busiest walkways. Having tripped on a cup with ice cream and splattering her slacks the day before she was particularly sensitive to the problem it could create for others.

The Hauptbahnhof was busy. People rushed to do their Saturday shopping (stores no longer close on Saturday afternoons). Many people were dressed in dirndls and lederhosen (see examples below), maybe for the Volkfest, or maybe just because.

People walked by the cups, over the cups, next to the cups. No one touched one, much less three. 

As anyone approached we guessed that this person or that person might be the one to knock them over.

We also wondered that no one picked them up, no one that is until the trash man came over.

Now if we'd arrived just at the time we needed to board the train we would have missed the cup show.