12 February 2006

philly cheese mistake

Imagine that you are riding a train to Harrisburg, PA. When you arrive in Philidelphia, hungry for lunch, you decide to debark the train and find some grub for you and a fellow traveller. The station is cavernous enough to impress you to wander about a bit as you make your way to the place where famous Philly Cheese Steaks are made, purchased, and eaten. You place your order for two sandwiches with the works and begin to wait...and wait......and wait. About the time you begin to feel really uncomfortable they hand you a big bag of hot cholesterol and you start hoofing it to your gate, the number of which eludes you. So, to get your bearings you consult the large monolithic thing in the center of the station which tells you where your train is and see that beside your train's listing is the word departed! Imagine, then, how fast you sprint to the stairs and jump over the barrier and run down the moving up-escalator and begin chasing the train as it leaves the station. As you bang on the side of the train frantically, a conductor pops his head out the window and screams loud gibberish. This so startles you that you drop the bulging bag of beef and can only watch as it tumbles in slow motion down the platform. Then, as the the train exits the station at a maddeningly casual, taunting pace you realize that not only is your luggage on the train, but you will be late for your sound check later that afternoon.

Thank goodness, everything doesn't turn out as badly as it could have. After consulting with Amtrak they inform you that they decided not to call the police, they are glad you weren't hurt, they think you are a very fast runner, and that another train will be leaving in an hour. You are so relieved that you give one of the mangled sandwiches to the guy that gets on the loudspeaker and yells, "All aboard!"

News travels fast, and an hour later, as you pass the cheerful woman at the top of the stairs and show her your ticket you hear her say, "Hey, aren't you the cheesesteak guy?" You hope that this isn't your 15 minutes of fame.

Imagine if this purely hypothetical situation happened to you. Wouldn't it be a hoot?

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