He has worked for my dad for many years now, and not on purpose. He is known by the locals as “cigar”, “fist”, or I guess his name, followed by an explitive. He constantly chews (yes chews) on a slobbery cigar that he never lights, he “gels” his hair with what smells like motor-oil, and takes home as much garbage as he helps people throw away.

He seems to always have some serious ailment that calls for an operation, such as: getting a new “sheep valve” put in his heart, he also has a new “donkey spine” and his wife had to get new “bird legs”. Mind you, all of these operations were performed and healed in a day, and have to do with animals. The stories are endless and I’m sure my dad and the fellow coworkers would love to tell them.

Some of the parochial,cuckoo nest replys to your daughters transgression are as scary as the conductor. How about a bell curve tracking the nut responses to idiot situations. Non powewr can not occur without the support of the non powerful who agree with all the conductors.

Posted By Bing :

You are welcome, we try not to get too cerebral on you, cause we all know you have limited reading and comprehension skills; so keep up the fair work and we will keep posting at your level and giving you positive feed back.

This is normal behaviour for a about 10% of conductors. I brek the rules knowingly all the time realizing that any time I could be called out on my bluff.

I’ve ridden trains often enough to have been called out more than once.

Your daughter got called out. As she looks less & less innocent she’ll get called out more and more. She’d best realize that and act more mature.

– sawyer
http://www.sawyerspeaks.wordpress.com

My husband and I were at Hearst Castle near Cambria CA. This is a state park and they have tours of the “castle.” You decide which tour you want, pay for it, and go line up in the right line to wait for the bus to take you to the top of the hill where the castle is. The busses run every 10 to 15 minutes or so. The lines are set up like at Disneyland as it can get very crowded in the busy season. Not so crowded this day – the bus pulled up and the park ranger started loading passengers. I knew we would not make this bus based on the amount of people before us, no big deal, I can wait my turn. The ranger lets the inital group she counted out on and she must have counted wrong because the bus driver said he had three more seats. She turned to the about 15 people now waiting and you could just see the sense of power grow within her. She looked around and actually said to the next group – your too large a group – now let me see – who would like to go on this bus and who will have to wait until the next one. She proceeded walking around the group sizing up the various peple to see who was deserving.

I was trying so hard not to laugh out loud I had to turn my back to her. My immediate thought was “what a little power does to some people.” I just knew if shge saw me laughing she would make sure I never made it up the hill. She did pick a group of two from the middle of the line and was just daring the rest of us to complain.

At the time I felt sorry for her, what kind of life must she have that the only sense of control/power she has is in picking who goes next and who waits from a bunch of strangers.

I witnessed a similar Train Conductor Incident. Recently my boyfriend and I spent a pleasant evening in Philly and got on the train to go home later that night. Also on our train were a large number of college students headed back to their school from partying in the city. They were a little loud, but not really being rude or getting in anyone’s way.

One of SEPTA’s many problems is that you can only buy tickets anytime at 3 stations. Most ticket offices are only open in the early morning, some stations have no ticket offices at all, and SEPTA took out all the ticket vending machines two years ago and never replaced them — meaning that in many circumstances you are forced to buy a ticket on board the train and pay a markup for doing so. Did I mention SEPTA has problems? Anyway.

The older gentleman conductor comes through. The first two people he walks up to are college kids buying on board, and he tells them the price. Most of the rest of the passengers hear it and start digging in their pockets and purses for the same amount.

“OH LET ME GUESS, YOU’RE ALL BUYING ON BOARD, RIGHT?!” the conductor yells across the entire car. The kids giggle. It would have been funny if the conductor had stopped there, but he didn’t. “YOU KNOW, YOU COULD HAVE BOUGHT TICKETS IN ADVANCE! SAVE TIME, SAVE MONEY!” He goes up to the next few people, also buying on board, and yelled “And YOU could have saved money, and YOU could have saved money, and YOU could have saved money. But NO! YOU’RE BUYING ON BOARD. YOU’RE PAYING MORE MONEY.”

One kid says “There wasn’t any place open to buy tickets!”

“PLAN AHEAD!” the conductor yelled in her face. “PLAN AHEAD! Kids these days! Don’t care about saving a buck! Don’t care about planning ahead!”

Another says “Hey, look at it this way, SEPTA’s making more money, which means you’re making more money.”

“OHHH I’M NOT MAKING MORE MONEY! That’s what YOU think! Man, kids these days. DON’T CARE ABOUT SAVING MONEY! BUY AHEAD! SAVE TIME, SAVE MONEY!”

The refrain continued all the way through the car, and there was an audible sigh of relief when he walked into the next car. I guess he thought he was teaching the Durned Kids a valuable lesson about saving (in their case) $1.50 on a train ticket.

Life will always fall within 2 or 3 atandard deviation points of the mean on the old bell curve.

When it goes beyond that we have difficulty comprehending the path we should take; ie: kill someone or let it pass as a bad day