Kansas has great roads. Seriously, I have traveled all over the country and driven on many highways and interstates. Kansas has great roads. How do they get to be so great? Because there is always, ALWAYS, construction. This is the price we must pay for a smooth ride. Right now they are doing some road destruction, er... construction I mean, on my stretch of interstate. The stretch I use to get back and forth to work everyday.

I have had to find an alternate route. This has resulted in me driving through a less than desirable neighborhood. It wasn't too bad because I could zip through the seedy part of town relatively quickly. Notice I said could and not can? Suddenly there are trains rumbling through everyday. Yes, trains. They still run. Who knew?

Everyday this week I have been stopped by a train on my way home. EVERY DAY! Here is how my thought process has slipped on the subject this week.

Monday: Wow! A train. Who knew those things still ran through town? Heck, who knew they still ran at all? I should really do some sort of poetic post about trains and title it "The Steel Horse Still Rides".

Tuesday: Huh! A train again. Why DO they still run through town? Surely there are better, more evolved, ways to transport things. Why do they run through town anyway? Pretty sure they could find some way to run them around town, or build an overpass and run them over town.

Wednesday: Damn it! Another train. I should do some sort of poetic post to how the mere sound of a train nauseates me. "the steel horse still rides and when it does it rattles my insides", "thought they were a thing of the past, just wanna get home real fast".

Thursday: Are you f'ing kidding me? Another train. I hate these freaking peice of crap things. Why the hell do these stupid ass things still run through town? Whose brilliant idea is this? Should I write the mayor? The Governor? It's 2007 for Christ's sake not 1907. I hate trains, I hate trains, I hate trains!!! I just want to get home.

Friday: Did I just hear a train whistle? Nooooooooooooooooooooo! Please God let me get past the tracks before it gets here. If I have to sit here for another freaking train I am going to scream. Keep moving.... keep moving... keep moving. Come on you idiots (directed at the cars in front of me). Can't you hear the damn whistle? Hurry up! Get across the damn tracks before the bars go down. There is a train coming. Hurry up. If I get up there as the bars are coming down I am so gonna race across the tracks and try to beat the damn train. I swear I would rather be a bloody pile of goo on the front of that train than spend one more f'ing minute sitting in this nasty neighborhood. CRAP! You idiots... I told you to hurry. There's the damn train. We're stuck here. Trapped in hell for 20 minutes that will feel like 20 days again!!!! Noooooooooooooooooo!!! Hey there's a magazine in here. Hmmmm.... an article on how to get your spouse to help with housework. Wouldn't that be nice?!?!? Might as well give it a read. Hey! Traffic's moving. Sweet!