Monday, December 26, 2016

Narrow Misses, Part 3

When I was in college, hell, no different from now, I listened to music in my car at a very high volume. It's a nice private space where you can sing at the top of your lungs and no one will shush you or act embarrassed.

There are a lot of train tracks in Conway, AR. So it was not uncommon to sit on one waiting for a light to go green. Once I was sitting in my Jeep, music loud, singing, and all of a sudden there was banging on my window. Startled, I turned the music down and opened the window. It was mid-afternoon, broad daylight.

"Get the hell out of the way! There is a train coming!"

Sure enough, I missed the warning sounds because I was lost in the music. I could see it rapidly approaching and gunned the accelerator right before I missed an impending doom.

There was a girl who worked at a restaurant in Conway, the one with the good cheese dip. I forget the name. Everyone asked, "What happened to her?" She wasn't well enough to wait, she just bussed tables. "She got hit by a train. Lucky to be alive, but severely compromised."

I was glad that random stranger saved me from her fate.

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