Normally I approve of whistleblowers.
Dec. 13th, 2007 08:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amethyst73Not quite sure what happened with last night's 2:45 AM freight train, which I NEVER hear, but whose whistle woke me up last night. Here are my two guesses:
1) The engineer (or conductor, or whoever) normally doesn't have to do the annoying midnight run, and is used to saner work hours. He/she/it figured that if they weren't going to be able to get any sleep, neither was anyone else on the Peninsula, and placed a copy of the latest Merriam-Webster on the whistle button. The dictionary occasionally slid off as the train rounded a curve or went over a bumpy bit, but the person in charge would quickly remedy that particular situation.
2) The engineer (or conductor, or whoever) brought along their five-year-old nephew/niece/child, and thought it was perfectly okay for said little one to crank the volume of the whistle from Low, through High, to Ridiculously Loud, and then lean on the whistle button nigh continuously while traveling a third of a mile away from our house.
But tomorrow I get a personal day, so that's all right. And while it's annoyingly cold for California - the little pools of water in the upturned old hot tub cover have frozen, and there's frost all over everything in the back yard - it's not snowing (hi Anonycon folks!), so that's all right too.
I'm not seriously peeved, I just can't think of any other tags for this entry.
1) The engineer (or conductor, or whoever) normally doesn't have to do the annoying midnight run, and is used to saner work hours. He/she/it figured that if they weren't going to be able to get any sleep, neither was anyone else on the Peninsula, and placed a copy of the latest Merriam-Webster on the whistle button. The dictionary occasionally slid off as the train rounded a curve or went over a bumpy bit, but the person in charge would quickly remedy that particular situation.
2) The engineer (or conductor, or whoever) brought along their five-year-old nephew/niece/child, and thought it was perfectly okay for said little one to crank the volume of the whistle from Low, through High, to Ridiculously Loud, and then lean on the whistle button nigh continuously while traveling a third of a mile away from our house.
But tomorrow I get a personal day, so that's all right. And while it's annoyingly cold for California - the little pools of water in the upturned old hot tub cover have frozen, and there's frost all over everything in the back yard - it's not snowing (hi Anonycon folks!), so that's all right too.
I'm not seriously peeved, I just can't think of any other tags for this entry.
