It snowed most of today and then sleeted the rest of the day. John and I did NOT go to the grocery store yesterday (which should surprise no one who knows us), so we had to venture out for dinner. We got all bundled up (temps were in the high 20s) and headed for downtown and the nearest food, but we got stalled at the train tracks by the SLOWEST TRAIN EVER.
Aaaaannnnndddd then it stopped, right where it was. That building on the other side is where we were trying to go. So close! We waited. Waited some more. Waited a little longer. Watched a guy in a sweatshirt with no coat swing himself over the linkage between two cars. Meanwhile, the train hadn’t budged. We could see the end of it maybe 100 yards away to the left, so we eventually gave up waiting and followed the train to its end (no caboose!) and crossed behind it.
Then we had sushi because who doesn’t deserve sushi after contemplating climbing over a train?
My favorite part of this story is that you didn’t actually take the shortest route to the restaurant. So very prudent of you.
I considered it, but what if it started up while I was between cars? I was paranoid just crossing the tracks behind it that it might start up again and jolt backwards. SAFETY FIRST.