Two Drunk Bimbos on a Train
or the day the bar car closed at noon.
As most of my loyal readers know we frequently take trips on the Amtrak. Recently was yet another adventure riding the rails (Clickity Clack) as we were off to St. Louis for the weekend. As seasoned rail travelers and professional drinkers we always carry a well stocked bar along with an ample supply of ice. We learned a long time ago that the bar car can run out of many items and you do not want to get halfway to your destination only to discover you need another drink.
On this particular day we choose our seats and waited for the train to pull out of the station. As the train slowly began to move I took inventory of those around me and did not notice anything out of the norm. Of course on the train you have to have some latitude for what the norm actually is as you do see some strange things when you travel by rail.
We started with our bloody marys and chatted quietly and about an hour out I started reading a book. I looked up and noticed that two couples and one single young man appeared to be traveling together as they all seemed to be congregating around the single guys seat quietly chatting. So far so good?
About two hours later two single ladies who up to this point had been the unheard of country started, not so quietly talking to the single male. Not so quietly they asked him where he was going at which point the conversation on both sides became much louder. Three seats behind and across the isle we soon learned what all were going to be up to the next few days...
The Two Couples and the Single Buck
Museum Tour
Brewer Tour
Dinner
Bar Hopping
The Bimbos
Bar Hopping
Running the 15 K the next day (which is why were were making the trip_
The more they drank the louder the became and at this point the single guy was engaging the bimbos with typical bar pick up talk. He then turned his music on using his phone so that all of us could "enjoy" his tunes.
We learned his age, 29 if you cared and of course he was asked to guess the bimbos ages. If you are still reading and interested he guessed 37 and they thanked him.
Don't get me wrong it is not as if they were old hags, quite the opposite. Not bad looking bimbos just getting louder and louder and of course as with most drunks (bimbos or dudes) the obscenities were being slipped in about every third word. The F bomb was making an appearance more and more often.
About this time we had been traveling about 4 hours when the conductor made an announcement over the speaker reminding everyone (the drunk dude and bimbos) that this train had families traveling on it and to please watch your actions and language. He specifically mentioned he had two complaints about "someone" using the F Bomb.
Two minutes later he walked through the car and told the dude he had to turn off the music. A couple of minutes went by and the bimbos went to the bar car to purchase more alcohol and I followed as we were in need of water for mixing. At the point the bimbos ordered the bartender (who also was one of the conductors) informed them the bar was CLOSED! The left and as I ordered my water he stated
"I am so tired of this crap, I had to close the bar"
Of course when I returned to my seat the bimbos and the dude were making a big joke of the whole thing and were even louder. Fortunately the ride was coming to an end and we only had to endure the loud, dumb bimbos for another HOUR. Listening to them repeat themselves many times.
So how was your weekend
Cheers
The Professor
As most of my loyal readers know we frequently take trips on the Amtrak. Recently was yet another adventure riding the rails (Clickity Clack) as we were off to St. Louis for the weekend. As seasoned rail travelers and professional drinkers we always carry a well stocked bar along with an ample supply of ice. We learned a long time ago that the bar car can run out of many items and you do not want to get halfway to your destination only to discover you need another drink.
On this particular day we choose our seats and waited for the train to pull out of the station. As the train slowly began to move I took inventory of those around me and did not notice anything out of the norm. Of course on the train you have to have some latitude for what the norm actually is as you do see some strange things when you travel by rail.
We started with our bloody marys and chatted quietly and about an hour out I started reading a book. I looked up and noticed that two couples and one single young man appeared to be traveling together as they all seemed to be congregating around the single guys seat quietly chatting. So far so good?
About two hours later two single ladies who up to this point had been the unheard of country started, not so quietly talking to the single male. Not so quietly they asked him where he was going at which point the conversation on both sides became much louder. Three seats behind and across the isle we soon learned what all were going to be up to the next few days...
The Two Couples and the Single Buck
Museum Tour
Brewer Tour
Dinner
Bar Hopping
The Bimbos
Bar Hopping
Running the 15 K the next day (which is why were were making the trip_
The more they drank the louder the became and at this point the single guy was engaging the bimbos with typical bar pick up talk. He then turned his music on using his phone so that all of us could "enjoy" his tunes.
We learned his age, 29 if you cared and of course he was asked to guess the bimbos ages. If you are still reading and interested he guessed 37 and they thanked him.
Don't get me wrong it is not as if they were old hags, quite the opposite. Not bad looking bimbos just getting louder and louder and of course as with most drunks (bimbos or dudes) the obscenities were being slipped in about every third word. The F bomb was making an appearance more and more often.
About this time we had been traveling about 4 hours when the conductor made an announcement over the speaker reminding everyone (the drunk dude and bimbos) that this train had families traveling on it and to please watch your actions and language. He specifically mentioned he had two complaints about "someone" using the F Bomb.
Two minutes later he walked through the car and told the dude he had to turn off the music. A couple of minutes went by and the bimbos went to the bar car to purchase more alcohol and I followed as we were in need of water for mixing. At the point the bimbos ordered the bartender (who also was one of the conductors) informed them the bar was CLOSED! The left and as I ordered my water he stated
"I am so tired of this crap, I had to close the bar"
Of course when I returned to my seat the bimbos and the dude were making a big joke of the whole thing and were even louder. Fortunately the ride was coming to an end and we only had to endure the loud, dumb bimbos for another HOUR. Listening to them repeat themselves many times.
So how was your weekend
Cheers
The Professor
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ReplyDeleteA nice quiet ride in my F150, a successful 15K, and a return ride to KC in my nice quiet F150. You asked!
ReplyDeleteThat's Right Handi Dan
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