My assigned seatmate was Frank. On his way to the Michael Jackson's funeral without a ticket. The girl that was travel with him had just left the train to take the bus for the rest of the trip. Wonder why?
Can you guess why we spent 4 hours with this view, not moving and inch?
If you thought, I'll bet someone walked in front of the train in order to kill himself and the train couldn't move until the Oakland Police, coroner and Union Pacifc gave you clearance to leave... YOU'D BE RIGHT.
Did I say weird?
And then we stopped by the little tanker that was NOT in the mood:
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