The Wrong Way

As Dad and Micah walked into the station, the train on the track gave two long whistles. "It looks like our train is almost ready to pull out--we must be later than I thought!" said Dad. "Good thing I got our tickets online and printed them out. Come on!" They made a dash for it and were just settling down in their seats when the train began to move.

Micah was so excited he could hardly sit still. "I can't believe we're really going to see the Cubs play in person! How many miles is it to Chicago, Dad?"

"I don't know exactly. You can ask the conductor," Dad said. "Here he comes now--get your ticket ready! Here, you can give him mine too."

The conductor approached, and Micah proudly held out the tickets. "Thank you, young man," the conductor said. He looked at the tickets, and then turned to Dad. "Sir, I'm afraid you've either got the wrong tickets or the wrong train. Your tickets are for Chicago, but this train is going to St. Louis."

"Oh no!" exclaimed Dad. "How could I have made s