“And this
completes our behind-the-scenes tour of Old Timey Train Town. It’s been a real experience
to show you through our little slice of heaven. And speaking of slices, why not
stop by the Dining Car Café for an authentic railway pizza? Then check out the
gift shop. You’ll find conductor caps, pennies flattened on real train rails,
and best of all, train whistles. They’re a treat for kids of all ages.”
The motley group
I’d spent the past hour with plods through the sawdust toward our profit
centers. I let the smile fall from my face and rub the crick in my neck. My
palm comes away slick with late summer sweat. The map may show Old Timey Train
Town in Wisconsin, but based on today’s temperature, I’d say we’re really
closer to hell. I wish we could uncork some cooler weather. Forty-five degrees
sounds heavenly on a record heat kind of day.
Since my shift is
over, I decide to head to the saloon. I take off my conductor cap and belly up
to the bar. I could go for a nice, cold
mug of beer, but unfortunately the strongest beverage we stock is sarsaparilla.
Once again, my life stinks. If only I could hop a train the way my great
granddad did, and find my fortune in a new place.
In walks my
manager with an obvious stick up his butt.
“Grab your hat. Pat
called in sick. You know what this means…”
Yeah. My life
sucks.
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