by Rockindeano » Wed Mar 17, 2010 5:08 pm
Quick foamer story. We are at our Santa Barbara station stop for #11, it's about 700P, and we are 45 mins down. There is a dude who literally hangs out t SBA all day and all night long, writing down engine numbers, arrival and departure times, car numbers the whole nine yards. He was like Rainman, a weird dude, really weird, but extremely nice and even more smart. This guy memorized every train in the system, it's consist size, number of units, which station had checked baggage, and get this- dude had every connecting bus number and schedule memorized. When passengers would get off the train, he would be right in their face asking them if they were connecting here or there, going north or south, whatever. He was really obnoxious and annoying, but like I said, a real nice guy. He was about 35 years old, and he too had the obligatory timetable in the back pocket, and the ever present scanner going full blast between me and the conductor and the Dispatcher. We had to talk to the DS a lot because we weren't in CTC area; we had Track Warrant Control (TWC) system, and needed permission to enter and release blocks. I had to stop and copy orders all the time. So he knew me and always called me Deano. His name was Peter. So it's dark outside, this was in December, and like I said we were in SBA doing our station work. I look back out the window and see a circling flashlight, meaning Highball. Like a dummy, I should have used radio and communicated that way with my Conductor. But for some reason, I thought the bags were loaded and people were on board and we were ready to go. I gave two quick blasts fro the horn, and started to move. I got a "Stop!" from my Conductor Bill, saying we have people on the platform! He was 6 cars back, so that's 490 foot in darkness so I couldn't see him. What I saw was Peter highballing our train from the bag car. The fucker completely fooled me. I ended up with a 3 day suspension for rules violation, and Peter got himself banned from the station. Turns out one of the passengers was jostled around a bit as I nudged the train, and he filed a complaint. I believe that got me my 3 days. Anyway, after Bill stopped me, I got down from the unit and proceeded to get in peter's face and the stationmaster escorted him off the property. Long story short,I forgave the guy, and all ended well.