I’m back from my spring break trip to southern California. These days, instead of driving the 1000 miles solo, my trek involves the train. And there’s usually some kind of drama, right? Because all those humans inside, barreling along a track together, combined with all those humans outside, having to deal with that track, equals stuff happening.
But sometimes I wonder. Will I one day be to blame for some kind of drama? Not due to malice (although you never know). But what about due to scatty thinking?
Cue the scary music, gang. You already know that I could one day become a Crazy Cat Lady. But that’s nothing to becoming a Scatty Train Lady.
To illustrate, our train came to an unexpected halt twice during my trip south. The first had us sidelined for an hour and a half in the middle of the night. At breakfast I learned that a drunk driver had tried to cross the tracks where there was no crossing, got his car stuck, and then passed out behind the wheel. He lives because someone discovered him and was able to get the rail traffic stopped in time.
Okay, so a drunk driving event with me as the drinker is highly unlikely. Whenever alcohol and I try to live dangerously together—such as drinking half a glass of ale on girls’ movie night—I fall asleep. Ask Susan Kaye, she knows the pathetic truth. (We now stick to coffee.)
The second train halt was more dramatic, happening just as we were making a winding descent. You can’t mistake an emergency stop for the usual kind—and you certainly can’t mistake the startled responses of the crew. Was something or someone on the track? Not this time. A passenger, wanting a drink of water, confused a water spigot (in the middle of the corridor) with an emergency stop pull (at the end of the car) and voila! Instant screech of brakes.
As you can imagine, this caused a lot of comment, with “How could someone be so stupid?” being the most prevalent. I smiled and nodded along with everyone else, until I examined one of the emergency stop pulls. Yes, it was rather high to be a water spigot. But on the other hand if I were confused and thirsty…
Why not give a little tug and see?
Oh boy. Maybe my sons should be afraid.