Train drivers. What's the creepiest thing you've come across on the tracks?

I work in Houston as an engineer, and we usually putter around town between 10 to 20 miles per hour.

Slow enough for an undressed smackhead to jump out of a bush by a city park and start flicking the old nub on herself in front of the engine.

I guess she just really likes trains. I also had a

kid play chicken with my train when I was going about 50 miles per hour, but that was more scary

than weird. I haven't hit anyone yet, but everyone says it's only a matter of time. Freight train

conductor here, you want to know what's creepy or weird? When people try to get across the tracks

last second or play chicken with my 30 million pound train.

You're not playing chicken with an inanimate object, you're playing with me and my engineer.

When you lose, and that happens far too often, I get to see your exploded carcass flipping at 150 rotations per minute off the track

and deal with the overwhelming

feeling of guilt.

Please don't try to beat a train.

I work as a backup janitor when the normal one isn't available.

I've seen some very weird things at the places I've cleaned.

There's the usual needles and beer cans, not that shocking after a while, but the weirdest thing

that I've seen was when I called out to a train yard to clean out some disused engines. These things hadn't been used since the mid-90s, and were going to be sold for scrap as they were too battered to be refurbished. I was warned beforehand that there might be a homeless guy in one of them, but I brushed it off since I'd seen many of those guys at the various places I'd cleaned. They usually just ran off when they saw me coming. So, I picked up my bucket and got in the company truck to go out to the disused part of the yard where the trains were, you know, my routine janitorial duties. As I'm driving out there, I noticed that I left the keys to the trains back at the office. Oh, well, I figure, these things are so old that the doorman might not even be there anymore. So I drive out to the engines and park my truck, get out, nothing creepy at this point, just some rotting diesel engines. I'd seen much creepier things before. I walked up to the railing and kicked the door with a little force. It didn't even have a lock anymore.

Huh. Walk in and I immediately noticed something very odd. It is in near mint condition in there.

Great, I think, one less room to clean. But then I noticed something very disturbing. A skeleton perched against the wall. Then I noticed that it's wearing a leather jacket and clutching a pill

bottle in its bony hands. Yep, not hard work to figure out what happened there. I wearing a leather jacket and clutching a pill bottle in its bony hands.

Yep, not hard work to figure out what happened there. I walk a bit closer and grab the pill bottle from its hand. The prescription date was 10-996, over 10 years ago. This guy had been

rotting in a train for 10 years, and nobody noticed his absence. I pressed the button on my

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