So the last few nights have been unusually cold for southern Florida, but Jack (above) and I have pretty much taken it in stride... The end is in sight. It still doesn't stop either of our dry senses of humor in the slightest. Last night for instance...I had just gotten back on the locomotive from coupling up a cut of 58 loaded cane cars. As I was keying in the information on my M-Crew computer, I mentioned to Jack that it was still cold enough I could see my breath...
Jack: "Yeah, but at least there's no mosquitoes!"
Me: "True..."
Jack: "This engine isn't doing anything in the number eight throttle postition again..."
Me: "You know what Jack? I'm so happy to be working for a company that beleives in preventative maintenance, and everything runs along like a finely-tuned, well-oiled machine..."
Jack: "That's where you work!"
What in the world would I do without sarcasm?
Copyright 2007 Thomas J Wolfenden
4 comments:
Sarcasm? What's that?
Will you show me the number eight throttle position?
Was that too forward?
I love sarcasm. We are best friends.
Humor is everything.
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