Trepidation on a Train

Hello. Natalie here. My British friends David and Catherine urged me on more than one occasion to cash in my frequent flyer miles and visit them in England, telling me they would take care of the rest when I arrived. So, during the Spring, on my first trip to Europe, I found myself on a train from London to West Yorkshire. I have been an organized and carefree traveler since the age of five, which is a whole different story; but, at the King’s Cross Railway Station in London I discovered I left my friends’ phone number and address at home. Naturally, I found a pay phone to call an operator for information. The woman at the other end of the connection pleasantly informed me she could not help unless I gave her the street address of the home I was attempting to ring up. Hmm… This was new.  “I am visiting from Alaska and no one is at my home to look up the information. My friends’ last name is Lord. Are there a lot of Lords in West Yorkshire?” The operator replied, “Sorry, I cahn’t help you.” I tried again. “I respect that you have regulations, but I am in a bit of trouble. If you could read to me the names of streets on which any families with the surname Lord live in Huddersfield. I would...

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