Ever been trapped? Not metaphorically. Literally stuck. That was me on the 5:42 pm regional service last month. A signal failure. No movement. No estimated time. Just a packed, sighing carriage of commuters slowly melting into a collective puddle of frustration. I’d finished my book. My phone battery was at 15%. Social media was just a depressing scroll of people who were, presumably, not stuck on a train. I was officially, profoundly bored. And in that boredom, I remembered a passing conversation with a colleague, Tom from IT. He’d mentioned, offhand, how he sometimes killed time during his own commute by playing a few hands of something on his phone. “It’s mindless,” he’d said. “But it passes the time. You use a simple link, like a
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Out of options and with a grim determination to distract myself from the guy loudly explaining a spreadsheet two rows back, I decided to see what Tom was on about. I wasn’t looking for thrills. I was looking for a digital pacifier. With my precious battery percentage ticking down, I found the site. It loaded quickly, which was the first minor victory of the evening. The interface was intuitive. No complicated sign-up; I was in within minutes. I deposited a trivial amount—the cost of the overpriced train station coffee I was now regretting not buying. This wasn’t an investment; it was a transaction for my sanity.