JonMyrlennBailey
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I was waiting at a RR crossing in Lawton, Oklahoma last night. It was about 9:45 PM.
I was just trying to get back home after getting some groceries. The gates on 38th Street were down, the red lights were flashing and the bells went ding-dong. For five minutes there was no hide nor hair of any train. I thought the gates were haywire. Traffic was backing up. I had explosive diahrrea. I had to get home fast. So, I Motorola'ed 911 to report this. The dame on the telephone said "somebody" would be out to fix this. Well, about 15 minutes later, nobody came out to fix anything. Finally, I heard a train whistle in the distance. Every minte or so the whistle sounded louder. Then finally, a freight train about a half mile long creeped past doing about 15 mph. I finally got home and onto the john. That was a narrow escape. At the RR crossing, there was a big concrete divider in the middle of the street where I could not make a yoo-ee in my little Toyota compact coz it was so low to the ground. Looking in my mirror, somebody in a 4x4 truck drove right over this divider to flip around. Luckily for him there was no center guard rail. Somebody in an econobox tried it but his his front spolier hit the curb summarily.
The moral of the story is, don't separate yourself from home by a RR track right after having eaten a big taco dinner with hot sauce and beans UNLESS you have a curb-crawler of a vehicle.
*Yes, it was a "near miss" for my sweat pants, boxer briefs and my automobile's driver seat bottom!
I was just trying to get back home after getting some groceries. The gates on 38th Street were down, the red lights were flashing and the bells went ding-dong. For five minutes there was no hide nor hair of any train. I thought the gates were haywire. Traffic was backing up. I had explosive diahrrea. I had to get home fast. So, I Motorola'ed 911 to report this. The dame on the telephone said "somebody" would be out to fix this. Well, about 15 minutes later, nobody came out to fix anything. Finally, I heard a train whistle in the distance. Every minte or so the whistle sounded louder. Then finally, a freight train about a half mile long creeped past doing about 15 mph. I finally got home and onto the john. That was a narrow escape. At the RR crossing, there was a big concrete divider in the middle of the street where I could not make a yoo-ee in my little Toyota compact coz it was so low to the ground. Looking in my mirror, somebody in a 4x4 truck drove right over this divider to flip around. Luckily for him there was no center guard rail. Somebody in an econobox tried it but his his front spolier hit the curb summarily.
The moral of the story is, don't separate yourself from home by a RR track right after having eaten a big taco dinner with hot sauce and beans UNLESS you have a curb-crawler of a vehicle.
*Yes, it was a "near miss" for my sweat pants, boxer briefs and my automobile's driver seat bottom!
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