Does curiosity really kill the cat? A question I cannot answer with certainty, but this I know, it does get the cat in some awful messes. Just using myself as a prime example, I can attest to the fact that trouble lies in store for the curious. I wonder, would the cat fare any better, were he inebriated? I acknowledge in my personal journey, curious behavior can be a curse. Yes, curiosity can kill the cat.
I awoke this morning to a day not unlike any other. My new job is a Godsend, and I am already positioned at the top. Life is good! The day followed the routine of any other, everyone performed their assigned tasks and no complaints. Just your typical day at work. After such an uneventful day. It's Miller Time! I decided to sojourn the local pub. This would make the day complete.
Now, through the years I have committed unwise actions that I have regretted later. But, I have considered myself not unintelligent. I have always thought I had a pretty square head on my shoulders. My only excuse for the quagmire that I am about to embark on, can only be blamed on the spirits of the pub. I am not referring to ghost and goblin spirits, either. But, the spirits that are served ice-cold in a 16oz. draught. Whatever could I have been thinking?
It is almost dark and time to get out of here. I got a six-pack to go and bid my farewell to all. I have the only keys to the job and I do not want anything to go wrong. While crossing the train tracks, my wild side appeared out of nowhere."I would like to ride that train, as I have never road the rails before" says I. Common sense has surely escaped me for the moment. But, in my defense, I only wanted to catch a ride 5 miles down the track. I was thinking that I should stop by another pub, that I frequent, but not for months have I been there. I'll just jump off and have a drink or two with some old acquaintances, then catch a cab back home. Seems like a plan, that doesn't have any hidden glitches. As I consider this undertaking, I can't see either end of this train. No beginning and no end. That made up my mind. It couldn't be going very fast in a few miles.
As I settled in to wait for my ride to start, I thought about how great it must have been to be a Hobo, in the early part of the 20th century. It had to be exciting to be in a different place everyday. I wouldn't think all the begging and pilfering were much fun. I have to deduce that is what the times of the moment called for. What a erratic life they lived. Now, I will experience a somewhat shorter version , as the train is starting to move forward.
As the train starts to pick up some speed and my adrenaline is flowing like the Mississippi River. This was an ultimate rush that, honestly, liked. But the shortness of the ride was disappointing. Little did I understand how this worked. In the old Oater movies, the bad guys just jumped from the train and escaped. As I neared my departure target, this train seems to be moving really fast. I glanced at the rocks and debris passing by and I did not want to jump down there. That, I knew, would be a bone-crushing landing, if not a deadly one. The next big town is twenty more miles and this locomotive will surely stop there.
I am doing some quick math in my head as this monster that has captured me rolls on. I boarded in Hallandale, to disembark in Hollywood, now to find a way back from Fort Lauderdale. If need be, I can walk back to the job in 12 hours easy enough in time to open the doors. It doesn't appeal to me much, but I'll do what I have to do to keep this job. I ask myself,"Why I would do something so juvenile?"
We are barreling through Dania now and I see no attempt at this guy slowing down, but I have no inkling how trains work. I'll have to trust the engineer to do his job. I can now see all the bright lights of my destination, but something is not right! I am not believing what just happened. We rolled through Fort Lauderdale and the lights were just a blur. We are traveling at least 60 MPH. I see a total panic attack on the horizon and no way to prevent it. Begging will not stop the forward momentum, but I'll try. Please, Please stop this nightmare!
I am in full-mode hysteria now as I realize the next stop will probably be in West Palm Beach. That would leave me with only 100 miles to recover backwards before 7:30 in the morning. My mind is racing and searching all of its gray-matter for a solution, and nothing. Maybe I can get a Greyhoundgoing south. All avenues are being considered here. It can't get any worse than this, can it? The answer just went by in a flash as West Palm Beach is disappearing behind me and my iron captor. I have to jump, I have to relieve myself of this locomotive monster.
Its come to this now, my job is gone, and I need to start making other plans for my future. Or I can still make one attempt to save myself from this self-defeat. If I can possibly get to the engine, I can get this runaway mustang stopped. Even if its just for the engineer to call the authorities on me. I'll give it my best shot!
That idea was a bust, as I moved from car to car, each filled with dirt, I could not see the trains engine within a mile of where I was. I could not see the caboose either. Back to my math, I think this train is over miles in length and loaded to travel far. All these cars of dirt, where could they be bound for? Up north, maybe? I have no reason to believe that this much dirt is needed in Florida. There is an abundance of it here. The only big town left, that would seem like a stopping point would be Jacksonville, which would be just before leaving Florida. I'll make a sacred oath right here and now,"I'll vow to never ride a train again!"
I have been a captive of this monstrous demon four hours and Have given up on any cape attempts. Its not like another place of employment doesn't exist. I shall make it through this, I am hoping. If I didn't just imagine this, we are slowing down, but where? Do I jump? Do I wait until a full and complete stop, possibly in a town? I'll just play it by ear, and see what else is included in my nightmare. A full stop, in what appears to be a fairly large town, but which town? I decide on departure, what is there to lose.
I walk away from those tracks and I remember the promise I made to myself, but , which will not count if I see one in the next couple of hours heading south. The problem with that is it has to stop here, and then proceed south. I would not attempt a boarding of a moving mountain of steel. A store by the tracks is a good place to disembark, now to find out which world I have landed my spaceship on. I am in FortPierce, about 150 miles from work, or work that I use to have. I got me a cup of coffe and a newspaper, and started preparing myself to hunt a job when the sun shows its face.
As I sit here outside this store contemplating the last 10 years of my life, and realizing that I have had some really good oppertunities that I wasn't interested in. It is just so ironic, that this time I planned to get back to the top. Okay, stop feeling sorry for yourself and proceed with your ambitions right here in Fort Pierce. That is the best advice I can give myself, considering my position. I do feel really alone , though.
It is 2:00 in the morning and a car pulls into the store and the driver approaches me and ask for 50 cents, oh boy!, this is definately not the land of oppertunity. I obliged and he went into the store with his new found wealth. He struck up a conversation when he came back. We talked about my experience with the train and he said he was headed for Miami. If I bought him some crack, he would be glad to take me south. I have nothing to lose now, why not? I didn't much care about riding to crack town to buy drugs, and me not knowing where I am located. But, everything went according to plan and he got his fix. He had a freind with him, that did not talk much. Maybe he was as uncomfortable as I was. I was asked if I would drive while they hit their pipe, okay no problem. At I-95 i took the wheel and they did there thing. A funny thing happened then, they just passed out completely. I just kept driving, not knowing or caring what happened when they woke up.
I pulled up to my place of employment at 5:45 in the morning and all that begging the "Gods of Olympus" paid off. I went inside and locked the door behind me, to deter my new found freinds from finding me. I could not sleep because of the ordeal I had been through, plus the thought that this can't be happening.What I learned from this is "Curiosity surely can and sometimes does, kill the cat"
As the train starts to pick up some speed and my adrenaline is flowing like the Mississippi River. This was an ultimate rush that, honestly, liked. But the shortness of the ride was disappointing. Little did I understand how this worked. In the old Oater movies, the bad guys just jumped from the train and escaped. As I neared my departure target, this train seems to be moving really fast. I glanced at the rocks and debris passing by and I did not want to jump down there. That, I knew, would be a bone-crushing landing, if not a deadly one. The next big town is twenty more miles and this locomotive will surely stop there.
I am doing some quick math in my head as this monster that has captured me rolls on. I boarded in Hallandale, to disembark in Hollywood, now to find a way back from Fort Lauderdale. If need be, I can walk back to the job in 12 hours easy enough in time to open the doors. It doesn't appeal to me much, but I'll do what I have to do to keep this job. I ask myself,"Why I would do something so juvenile?"
We are barreling through Dania now and I see no attempt at this guy slowing down, but I have no inkling how trains work. I'll have to trust the engineer to do his job. I can now see all the bright lights of my destination, but something is not right! I am not believing what just happened. We rolled through Fort Lauderdale and the lights were just a blur. We are traveling at least 60 MPH. I see a total panic attack on the horizon and no way to prevent it. Begging will not stop the forward momentum, but I'll try. Please, Please stop this nightmare!
I am in full-mode hysteria now as I realize the next stop will probably be in West Palm Beach. That would leave me with only 100 miles to recover backwards before 7:30 in the morning. My mind is racing and searching all of its gray-matter for a solution, and nothing. Maybe I can get a Greyhoundgoing south. All avenues are being considered here. It can't get any worse than this, can it? The answer just went by in a flash as West Palm Beach is disappearing behind me and my iron captor. I have to jump, I have to relieve myself of this locomotive monster.
Its come to this now, my job is gone, and I need to start making other plans for my future. Or I can still make one attempt to save myself from this self-defeat. If I can possibly get to the engine, I can get this runaway mustang stopped. Even if its just for the engineer to call the authorities on me. I'll give it my best shot!
That idea was a bust, as I moved from car to car, each filled with dirt, I could not see the trains engine within a mile of where I was. I could not see the caboose either. Back to my math, I think this train is over miles in length and loaded to travel far. All these cars of dirt, where could they be bound for? Up north, maybe? I have no reason to believe that this much dirt is needed in Florida. There is an abundance of it here. The only big town left, that would seem like a stopping point would be Jacksonville, which would be just before leaving Florida. I'll make a sacred oath right here and now,"I'll vow to never ride a train again!"
I have been a captive of this monstrous demon four hours and Have given up on any cape attempts. Its not like another place of employment doesn't exist. I shall make it through this, I am hoping. If I didn't just imagine this, we are slowing down, but where? Do I jump? Do I wait until a full and complete stop, possibly in a town? I'll just play it by ear, and see what else is included in my nightmare. A full stop, in what appears to be a fairly large town, but which town? I decide on departure, what is there to lose.
I walk away from those tracks and I remember the promise I made to myself, but , which will not count if I see one in the next couple of hours heading south. The problem with that is it has to stop here, and then proceed south. I would not attempt a boarding of a moving mountain of steel. A store by the tracks is a good place to disembark, now to find out which world I have landed my spaceship on. I am in FortPierce, about 150 miles from work, or work that I use to have. I got me a cup of coffe and a newspaper, and started preparing myself to hunt a job when the sun shows its face.
As I sit here outside this store contemplating the last 10 years of my life, and realizing that I have had some really good oppertunities that I wasn't interested in. It is just so ironic, that this time I planned to get back to the top. Okay, stop feeling sorry for yourself and proceed with your ambitions right here in Fort Pierce. That is the best advice I can give myself, considering my position. I do feel really alone , though.
It is 2:00 in the morning and a car pulls into the store and the driver approaches me and ask for 50 cents, oh boy!, this is definately not the land of oppertunity. I obliged and he went into the store with his new found wealth. He struck up a conversation when he came back. We talked about my experience with the train and he said he was headed for Miami. If I bought him some crack, he would be glad to take me south. I have nothing to lose now, why not? I didn't much care about riding to crack town to buy drugs, and me not knowing where I am located. But, everything went according to plan and he got his fix. He had a freind with him, that did not talk much. Maybe he was as uncomfortable as I was. I was asked if I would drive while they hit their pipe, okay no problem. At I-95 i took the wheel and they did there thing. A funny thing happened then, they just passed out completely. I just kept driving, not knowing or caring what happened when they woke up.
I pulled up to my place of employment at 5:45 in the morning and all that begging the "Gods of Olympus" paid off. I went inside and locked the door behind me, to deter my new found freinds from finding me. I could not sleep because of the ordeal I had been through, plus the thought that this can't be happening.What I learned from this is "Curiosity surely can and sometimes does, kill the cat"
Oh my God I haven't read this part before you have definitley had some strange adventures haven't you. LOL
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