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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.


  1. qd qd

    hey you wrote this while we were talking online!

  2. jim jim

    i hear the KCMO airports have paytoilets.

    i say that calls for a road trip and a roll of quarters. and a camera of course.


  3. Ahhh! Amtrak! I remember Amtrak! I remember the bathrooms! I remember the damned good microwavable turkey/egg/cheese sandwiches in the dining car!

    So hey, what’s up, yo. (I have been suffering beneath a pile of papers and haven’t had the opportunity to get online and hear from anyone much).

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