I once had a pay-phone nightmare. Does that count?
I was working in Central London and living out in the south-west suburbs. After a late night in the computer room I headed over to Waterloo station. This was in the days before cell phones were prevalent. It had been snowing pretty much all day. Even a light dusting of snow in England is normally enough to completely screw up all transport. Most trains were cancelled and I called my wife from a 'phone at the station to say that I'd get anything going in roughly the right direction and call from whatever station ended up closest that I could get. There was a choice of about 4, all between 1 and 3 miles from home depending on line etc.
I got the first train going in roughly the right direction. When I got to the appropriate stop I got off, searched out a call box and inserted my last coin.
"Hi honey, I'm at Hampton Court. Can you come get me?"
"Hello, hello, is there anyone there?"
"Yeah, it's me. Come pick me up"
"Hello, I can't hear you, is there anyone there?"
*slightly frustrated* "Yes, I'm at the station. Come and get me. It's freezing and snowing again"
"Hello. Is there anyone there? I'm going to hang up"
*screaming down the phone* "Please come and get me. I'm at Hampton Court station"
"I'm hanging up" CLICK
I started the long walk home. My wife guessed it was me and did a tour of all of the most likely stations. and found me before I'd covered half the distance home.
