by Engineer Spike
I’ve been in a couple of fatalities in my career. There’s been far too many close calls to mention. A year or so ago I had an appointment at my audiologist’s office. She had a picture of her daughter which was taken in the middle of some tracks. It reminds me of a time that I’d just brought a train across the border from Canada. Customs wanted to look at a car, so I escorted them back. One officer started walking in the middle of the adjacent track. I got him out of there and explained that any track is considered live, just like his sidearm is always considered loaded.
Near my home is an industrial track, which happens to be next to a park/playground. My nephew sat his baby daughter in the gauge, snapped a picture, then posted it on social media. I told him about what a bad idea it was. He ought to know better because he’s a firefighter, who at some point has or will see a train vs. person incident. His wife got pissed at me, but that’s OK. I almost wish that the local gum shoe Buford T. Justice caught him. Buford would have surely made the point by threatening trespassing arrest and possible referral to child welfare authorities. Maybe then his b!tch wife would see that I wasn’t trying to be an a-hole.
Near my home is an industrial track, which happens to be next to a park/playground. My nephew sat his baby daughter in the gauge, snapped a picture, then posted it on social media. I told him about what a bad idea it was. He ought to know better because he’s a firefighter, who at some point has or will see a train vs. person incident. His wife got pissed at me, but that’s OK. I almost wish that the local gum shoe Buford T. Justice caught him. Buford would have surely made the point by threatening trespassing arrest and possible referral to child welfare authorities. Maybe then his b!tch wife would see that I wasn’t trying to be an a-hole.