Not for Nothing November - Part 18

I hate trains. I live in a teeny tiny south Georgia town with a ridiculous amount of train traffic. The tracks basically cut the town in two with only 1 overpass and the piss poor alternative of getting on the interstate for less than a mile to go over the irritating iron horse.

And of course, being the transplanted redneck I am, I live by the train tracks and the overpass. I hear the goddamned train whistle all the freak-frakking live long day. Most of the time I can tune it out, but when I am aware of it, I am ridonkulously aware of it.

This is the only train that makes me happy:

4 comments:

Bev said...

Goodness, that would get old in a hurry! When I first clicked your link I thought you said, "I hate twins," btw. heee

But I sure do love that School House Rock! YEAH!

Stuart said...

Oh Kari, I'm sure there's one other train you enjoy ...

Headphones Monkey said...

You can never be friends with Sheldon Cooper. He loves trains and will ban you from the apartment if you speak badly about them.

Kari said...

Bev, me hate twins? It would never happen as I boast a most impressive set of twins.

Goddammit Stuart, I thought that weekend with me, you and the gerbils was between us. I hate a man to use a cardboard tube and then tell everyone about it.

Shannon, I shall have to rethink the train aversion. Anything to please Dr. Cooper.