Railfanning wasn’t on my mind, but perhaps it should have been.
Having just pulled out of the parking lot, I noticed the familiar flashing red lights at the railroad crossing just ahead. I gunned it, so I would reach the crossing in time to watch the train pass by. (For starters, how man people speed up so they can wait at a grade crossing?)
After stopping, I asked my fiancé for her camera. I was set. The only problem: Her camera didn’t have a memory card in it.
I then reached for my camera. I quickly realized it was in my trunk.
I jumped out and ran for the trunk. The woman in the car behind me must have though I lost my mind. I was having a Chinese fire drill all by myself.
I grabbed the camera and set up to start taking pictures only to find out that my camera’s batteries were dead.
Just then, the train passed by. It was a work train. What great photos there could have been.
What does it always seem to be that way?
