The cautionary tale of the month: Two teen-age girls in Maine lose limbs when they skip class to sunbathe on a train trestle. Read all about it!
Urban legends always have that little nasty twist at the start, the girls would have to be high on some otherwise ordinary household item like cat piss or the like.
I’d ask why the living hell anyone would lay down on train tracks to sunbathe, but then, I’ve had to narrowly dodge a couple of sleeping teenage girls who decided to lay down with their heads sticking into the middle of the road, so I guess this isn’t unprecedented. Who knows, maybe it was that same pair.
Personally, the one I feel sorry for in this situation is the train engineer. He’ll have to live with this for the rest of his life just as much as those girls will, and he’s the one who didn’t do anything wrong.
Teenagers… always having to pick up after them.
Let’s hope that was the last leg of his journey.
tdn, this is horrible. You shouldn’t be getting a kick out of this. How could you say something like this when tragedy is afoot?
Okay fair ladies, repeat after me… The pain in Maine is mostly from the train.
Rachel Brown, 14, may grow several more inches, but she’ll never grow another foot!
Sorry. I feel like a heel. From now on I’ll toe the line.
Mainly from the train! MAINLY from the train!
Right. It was somewhat from the trestle.
Parents of both teens reportedly contacted attorneys to consider litigation against the railroad, but were told their case didn’t have a leg to stand on. Ba-dum-bum
At least they both lived. No one has to deal with the guilt of being the sole survivor.
Actually, they do have a leg to stand on but it’s shaky.
How does a freight train “come up” on you when you are lying on the track?!
Too bad. It looks to me like the railroad is their arch enemy.
Pretty much like this: “Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding SMACK.”
Perhaps they can rail on the company in the press and engineer a lawsuit for a quadrillion dollars, seeking joint and several liability. However, their being on the tracks might ham string their case.
Thomas sped merrily on his way home. He couldn’t wait to tell the other engines the adventures he had that day. The next day Sir Topham Hatt painted another two marks on Thomas’s cab and told Thomas how pleased he was.
Ding ding ding.