The Arkansas and Missouri is running various pajama trains, dinner trains and the like during the holidays.
Last night, I was relaxing on the station bench facing the empty tracks, just quietly resting my eyes, mind you.
A loud rumbling noise. "Ah, I said to myself. "Dinner train is coming back."
***BLAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!***
Billy, the chap running the northbound evening freight, saw me napping on the bench and decided to wake me up by blowing the horn. After I peeled myself off the ceiling of the platform roof, I saw him waving at me cheerfully.
What could I do? I waved back. I mean, after all, I enjoy a good practical joke as much as the next guy! 
Mitch
