Lol That happened to me once! I was living with my ex bf, originally in France, but he'd obtained a good job in Munich, Germany where we lived for about six months.
Once I had to stay back at his parents' house in France for a few days, then took the train to Munich alone.
When the train stopped in Ulm, about halfway there, there was an announcement that I barely understood as I only knew a few words of German. Luckily I found a group of English businessmen who translated for me that there was a fire on the train rails and that we were stuck there at the train station for who knows how long. I called my bf, who was to pick me up at the station in Munich, to let him know, and we were all stuck there for about four hours. I did have a small amount of money with me, which didn't do me much good except for their overpriced drink and snack machines (I always brought my own). I did have the group of businessmen to talk to, which passed the time a bit before the train could finally leave. It was pretty boring!

I've enjoyed writing since elementary school. I remember that whenever a teacher told us to write a story everyone else groaned, but I was happy - for once an interesting assignment! It's something I enjoyed all my life.