john_j_enright (john_j_enright) wrote,
john_j_enright
john_j_enright

Adventures in Commuting

I saw a guy take a big chance today, running in front of an oncoming train that was very close and fairly fast.  If the guy had tripped or slipped, there would have been no getting up.  He would have been dead.

Why did he take the chance?  Because he wanted to get on the train.  And you can only board on one side.

The engineer laid on the horn and stopped a bit short of usual.  The guy nonchalantly joined the rest of us who were waiting to climb aboard.

The conductor chewed him out, but let him board.  The guy looked sort of unflappable.

When we got downtown, I saw the 3 railroad cops coming toward the disembarking crowd.  The conductor, who was walking along with the guy, loudly told the cops what the guy had done.

When he trotted in front of the fast-moving train,
I thought to myself - is this guy insane?

Arriving on time was his risk-taking quest,
but in the end he was under arrest.
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