Terrific. Two drunks joined the party in Indy. Already partially lit they found out that the on board bar several cars forward was still serving and went for more juice. They are now well on their way to finding each other hilarious, and including most of the car with their insight proclaiming that they are "Railing!" "Rail On!" etc. with a generous sprinkling of 'the seven dirty words' to all and sundry, and doing so with substantial volume.
In their current condition, obviously intoxicated, they would have most likely been denied passage on an aircraft.
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Morning. Some fog here and there, and more outside along the rolling hills just south of the River as the train continues to snake its way east. Morning on the train is not being kind to the two that had indulged in a nip or two (or seven) during the midnight hour on board. Sympathy from those who had to put up with their nonsense, which included slouching in their seats whistling, is harder to come by than a gentle ride.
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And now you have ... a traveler with a cell phone talking to her sister, loudly. For at least an hour (until her phone lost signal) everybody in the car got to hear about her family's plans for the rest of the day after an upcoming funeral.