The Train Boss! The Train!

I was sitting in a long line on Gornto Road the other day waiting for the train to finish passing when I noticed that the line was moving forward while lots of cars were going away. When I made the big curve at the Y I could see lots of people giving up and going the other way.

Where in the world were they going?

I mean, the train cuts Valdosta in half. You can head up the street to Baytree Road and just get into another line. I wasn’t there, but I can imagine there were people giving up and heading towards Gornto to try their luck.

Or, maybe they were just going to give up getting to the other side of Valdosta and going to the mall, back to work, or to a bar to to exercise their right to smoke. The only decent route I can come up with is rolling out on I-75 and heading north to exit 26 and then back to Valdosta down North Valdosta road. You can’t really call that progress as the train could end up any minute and you’ll get to the other side of town to see that car that was ahead of you in line already parked somewhere.

I guess even the illusion of going somewhere is better than just sitting in place to some people.

Necessity does breed entrepreneurial ideas like walking down the line selling generic Prozac from Canada. If I was the proprietor of “Old Timers” bar right at the start of the line, I think I’d change the sign to say “Why Wait in Line for the Train? Come in for a drink!”

Me? I just turned up the stereo and cranked up my Palm for a nice game of FreeCell. When you are nudging along at feet per hour, you can drive with your knees while trying to find a way to get those pesky Kings out of the way to release some Aces. My FreeCell string is up to 100 wins in a row and I’m considering changing the winner’s name to Norfolk Southern.

Safe? Sure, at least I’m not driving and talking on the cellphone…