They’re Not Train-Trained

My dad used to do a lot of reenacting. At one battle, a group decided to hike to some historic site “not far” from their campsite. They had to walk through a long train tunnel to get to their goal. There was a human-sized passage beside the tunnel, but it was very muddy. Everyone except Dad decided to walk along the tracks since that was a dry path, and they’d only seen one train come through in two days. They felt safe to walk into the tunnel with no side space to jump to safety.

Dad walked faster than the others, so he exited the human tunnel when the rest of the group was still in the train tunnel. He could see the guys in the dark, within fifty yards or so of the exit.

Suddenly, a train whistle came from deep inside the tunnel behind ’em.

Those out-of-shape middle-aged men set some sprint records getting out of that tunnel before the train came barrelling through. They laughed off the close call, went to see the historic site, and headed back.

Half of the guys decided to follow Dad through the muddy human tunnel. The other half were convinced that there was no way another train would come along so soon after the first, so they headed into the train tunnel. They’d not gotten far when they heard a train whistle. Everyone ended up following Dad through the muddy human tunnel after that second train came barrelling down the tracks.

I’ve always wondered if those dumba**es gave the train workers heart attacks as they saw a group of idiots on the tracks ahead of ’em.