...the conductors that chug through Baton Rouge at 3 a.m. are, to say the least, excessively scrupulous in letting us know they are present. The other night, one of them hit that horn every two seconds for about a full hour. No evident forward progress of said train, no Doppler effect whatsoever.
Whoever's on the tracks at 3 a.m. can fend for themselves after the first ten minutes of honking, if you ask me. All I could do was lay there and fume helplessly, as I pictured myself out there in the dark, throwing rocks at the boxcars and ineffectually screaming out my rage.
But, to tell the truth, things have been quieter for the past couple of nights. I just wanted to break my silence on here with a rant. I'm afraid time took the sting off it, though.
I'm sure something else will produce a better tirade soon.
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