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November 13, 2004

Slow Trains

There was this old country train and it was taking it's time. Stopping at every station and between just about every station as well. The day was hot. The trains (in those days) were not air-conditioned and most of the windows were stuck shut. Given the slow speed of the train there was almost no breeze anyway.

When the train came to yet another random stop in the middle of nowhere, one fellow decided to open the door and step out onto the tracks. Of course opening the door triggered an alarm of some kind and the guard came running.

"What do you think you're doing" he puffed to the gent.

"I thought I'd pick some flowers" said the fellow.

The guard looked around in amazement at the barren landscape.

"There ain't no flowers 'ere" he stated.

"That's OK." said the passenger, "I've a packet of seeds in my pocket."

Posted by Peskie at November 13, 2004 12:00 PM