That phrase bugs me on UK railways. There was little to be called pleasant, and less that would be.
Trained
“We hope you have a pleasant onward journey”
Have you ever heard such cynical wording?
Before the pirate leaves the plank at dawn
“We hope the water’s nice and warm!”
My pleasant onward journey, dear, dear disembodied train voice person,
is about to begin with a gaggle of morons.
A ticket machine that will refuse my ticket.
An officious inspector who’s far from efficient.
The screaming Jubilee to deafen me
all before my glorious city
will welcome me gladly
with open arms.
Her charms.
Free.