Robot trains hungover
I was out attempting to walk off my hangover and I came across this above puzzling sign. I was at a pedestrian railroad crossing and found myself fixated by the concept of driverless trains. I guess they make more sense than self driving cars, because, tracks. But who gets to run them? My brain immediately shifted to one of those train people with a basement setup on steroids. As I walked along I couldn’t help but wonder about my tiny hobby figurine moving across the diorama. Hoodie up sweating out the alcohol and instead of a water bottle like the other normal people I was sporting a giant foam cup filled with pop. and just like that I find myself looking those up to make one of myself…
The hangover was a brought to me by the good people at CYCLONES WIN! I was in a bar watching my team struggle early on with the professional sports organization for the state of Iowa surrounded by spoiled private school fans. They came out of the gate early and loud due to some typical Iowa State behavior but as soon as it got within 4 points things quieted down. Shit talking being one of my preferred methods of communication by the third quarter they sent me a shot as a sign of respect.
I drank it and thanked them like a gentleman. Then returned the favor for their table of 7. I really should have thought that one through a little more. I neglected to realize that it might make the other six feel obligated to buy rounds. So that happened and I might have been fine if we hadn’t won the game. My victory shot purchase was designed to taunt and it worked well. The alcohol was not delicious but that’s the price you pay for rubbing in a victory. Then I got shelled from the rest of the table as they wanted to leave but couldn't stomach owing me anything. shit
By the time I left later that night I had consumed a defensive burger and shifted to Diet Coke. None of that prevented me from weaving my way home. I was alert to the fact that I was easier prey than normal so I altered my route home to avoid the worst that this place has to offer.
Anyhow, I made it safely back and passed out in front of TV. I pay for broadcast programming 4 total months during football season. The rest of the year I am one of those idiots who subscribe to too many streaming services. I’m going to try and correct that behavior at some point but I’ve got other things to worry about right now like robot trains.
One final thought; if you have an opinion on this newsletter thing compared to a web site let me know. I’m curious.