GO to the rescue, sort of....

My knight in shining armour came to pick me up from the station because, "it's not safe you walking around Manchester on your own" (he knows me well). Nobody told knighty or me that the station had two pigging exits! We spent an hour trying to find one another.  As my phone battery had died we couldn't communicate either.  I ended up walking around Manchester, talking to random strangers asking for directions, looking for a pay phone, borrowing their mobiles.  Finally after I accosted a passionate couple about whether there was a second exit he pulled up in front of me.  At least we know for next time....