I just flushed for the first time on an Amtrak train.
The conductors are very business-like. Gold-rimmed glasses, hats and neat suits. And mustaches. They are quite strict about rules, as my carry-on needed to be ABOVE me, not beside me.
I woke at 5:45, a ridiculous hour that a second-shift photographer should never have to attempt. The train ended up being 45 minutes late.
That sudden urge to pee hit me just a bit ago… they have bathrooms on trains, right? Well, I ask the conductor about it and he tells me a flat “no.” I’m immediately embarrassed. I can hold it! Then he asks if I paid the $3 fee for unlimited use. I assure him I’m just fine. Finally, he tells me it’s all a joke. I blame the mustache.
I’m about half-way to Chicago, spending a few days exploring and seeing some friends from school.