On Training

I took the train to Montréal today. Actually, the train took me to Montréal today. I suppose from a metaphysical perspective, Montreal took me to the train.

No matter how you look at it, I have to agree with my friend Alex: "The train is the only civilized way to travel."

There are no guard dogs and lie detectors and toothpaste stealers in a train station. I suppose that's because nobody ever tried to hijack a train before.

I think hijacking a train would definitely be a career-ending move. I don't think that you get much respect in the pen for be a train hijacker. Train hijackers must be slightly above sexual predators in the prison hierarchy. I digress.

The beauty of a train, other than its non-hijackibility, which we have proved here by pseudo-humouristic inference, is that you have much more space and room to manoeuvre than on a bus. And buses are dirtier. And there is always one weirdo on every bus (much like subway cars, but again, I digress).

All things considered, the train is the only civilised way to travel.