So… on the train to San Jose. Cruising through downtown Oakland. On my way to FurCon…
Suddenly, the brakes slam on, hard enough that there is a burning smell.
Much consternation. PA comes on: “Folks, we are going to be here for a little while… we’ve, ah, just had a Trespasser Strike..”
Yeah… that means what you think it means…
Apparently, the train barely clipped the guy, and he is still breathing as they load him onto the ambulance, much to the conductor’s amazement… Still not good.
Now we’re waiting for them to swap out the engineer, having to send one from up the line a piece. Standard policy, apparently.
