Random Thursday (It IS Thursday, right?)
I actually left my house early enough to get to work on time this morning but the alternate route I've been having to take is through my little home town where there is an active freight rail line and guess what. I got caught by the stinking train. So what is usually a four minute glide through town was a ten minute sit in my car and seethe while waiting for the long ass and extremely slow train to pass. Freight trains aren't actually all that fast. At least the one that passes through my hometown isn't. It's a slow, meandering, heavily graffitied line of boxes that creeps along the rails at a snail's pace. Even the whistle it emits as it approaches the intersection is slow. It's less of a "Choo-choo" and more of a "Choooooooooooooooo-chooooooooooooooo". It's just taking it's time cause, you know, it doesn't have to be at work at 7:20 to make sure the department is open for the throngs of patrons waiting to receive knowledge via...