
My first ride on a train was... interesting. At first I met a meth making grandma

a recently released sex offender (who told me everything)

so when a young man about my age sat beside me I was beyond thrilled.
So we talked, he was coming home from helping on his uncle's farm in Nevada and I was raised on a farm... lots to talk about!

Then we talked about where we were from... (face palm) I told him about the largest city by my hometown, and he told me "Philly". In my state, we have a city called New Philly that is mostly Amish... so I started asking about New Philly and wondered why he looked at me funny.

It never occurred that he met Philly, the city of brotherly love... not Amish Crafts.

He switched seats and I spent the next hours listening to my MP3 player... friendless
Subject: Ladders