While heading to work yesterday I got stopped at the railroad crossing — a train approacheth. I was pleased because I had been able to turn left onto the main road before the traffic backed up. In fact, I was first in line. A rarity, indeed.
As the train began to get nearer, I marveled at its speed. As it passed, I noticed the train engineer: an amiable-looking main wearing a blue and white plaid shirt and donning a white mustache, leaning back out of the open window, arm extended in an open-handed wave and a smile on his face. It was like a scene from a Warner Brothers cartoon.
He was going so fast I was barely able to react fast enough and wave back.
Stuff like that just completely makes my day.