Sunday after supper my wife and I decided that, after a nice hot weekend, a little Dairy Queen treat was in store. So, I packed Max into the backseat and we made our way to DQ for a couple of Peanut Buster Parfaits for my wife and I and one medium sundae with no topping for Max. I guess we do spoil him more than we probably should.
As I turned on McCarthy and made my way north to the Normanview Shopping Center, I was suddenly smack dab in the middle of a traffic jam. Traffic was backed up more than two blocks thanks to a darn train. It was about 4:15 and the only traffic that was moving were vehicles up ahead of me in line that decided to turn around and head back in the other direction. If they were turning around and giving up on the wait, I was beginning to wonder how long this train had been holding things up.
I noticed the train was just sitting there, not moving at all. Finally at about 4:20 it began inching it’s way backwards and I thought the wait might just be over. Wrong! After moving backwards at a snails pace, the train came to a complete stop for another five minutes. If it was just me I was going to Dairy Queen for, I would have done what about 10 other vehicles had already done. I would have flipped a U-turn and headed back home. But my wife was at home waiting for me with a hankering for a Peanut Buster Parfait. Darn cravings!
It was nearly 4:30 by the time this train started heading in the right direction with a full head of steam. At 4:35 I could finally see the train engines crossing the road…all five of them! I wasn’t surprised, judging by the length of the darn thing.
So, after 20 minutes of waiting, Max and I were finally on our way.
When I finally made it home, some 45 minutes after leaving, my wife asked “was it busy there?” My reply was, “nope. Train.” Enough said.
I love watching a train as much as the next guy, I just prefer it when I’m not waiting on one!