I swore it would be the last train I ever took. Until the next time. Montreal to Toronto by car can be done in six hours. At the time, my crappy clunker may not have taken me outside the city limits. Trains are fast. Or so I thought. Instead of six hours, I will be in Hogtown within three, or even two hours.
Right. Because trains in Canada travel at 400 kilometres and hour. Unfortunately the train was not fast, and unfortunately it stopped at every village, town and city along the way. Yes, the milk run. It ended up being an eight hour ride.
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And to make matters worse, I had to buy a crappy sandwich from the train steward or ticket taker, or waiter, or whatever you call them. It was a lot of money for a lousy sandwich. I guess I cannot blame anyone but myself for not bringing with some grub to munch on.
My next train ride wasn't as bad. I flew Montreal to Newark. Took the bus to the train station. Some-guy-who-worked-there told me to go to the wrong platform. After a ten minute wait I figured it out and found the right train. I walked from the train station to the hotel, arriving smack in the middle of the wedding ceremony that I was invited to attend.
Even though I was late, I ate a lot of food and drank a lot of drink to make up for it. I had a real good ending to this story but I seem to have lost my train of thought.
Today is day 21 of the thirty day writing challenge (February edition) as arranged and hosted by Nicky and Mike over at WeWorkForCheese.com. Go check out their site to see what they wrote and see all the other participants.