The train, the California Zephyr, was three hours late getting into the station. Nothing unusual. The girls had called Amtrak three times. They’d drunk two beers and were working on two more when they heard the whistle blow, long and loud, at the Mulberry Street crossing. They ran out into the yard and waited, and as the train approached, picking up speed, they stripped off all their clothes. They waved at the engineer and then at the passengers in the lighted windows. They waved and waved, and the engineer kept blowing his horn till the train disappeared into the darkness.
"Classic"
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