you could have gone all day without saying that.

i guess i feel it's appropriate to have my face all over this thing. sorry.

Dear Mr. train conductor,

i just wanted to let you know that i don't appreciate you today. i was driving home after a long day at the plant and you decided to stop your train in the exact spot that wouldn't allow me to cross the tracks. my blood sure was boiling when i saw this, because i had been driving for 5 minutes or so, and now i had to turn around, drive 5 minutes more and take an alternate route. you tempted me to say bad words. it's not just you. my car gets very, very hot. very hot. that blasted leather interior is a killer. sweaty back. first-degree burns all over my skin. it was almost like my skin and the leather were melting together. the steering wheel was near impossible to touch. it's mostly in my head. sometimes most of my body. i calm down quickly, but sometimes i just get caught up in the moment. i don't know how we're going to fix this though. maybe you could just stop getting in my way or something. maybe just stay all up out my business. my bidness. my grill. we've never met face to face, but i'll be the guy in the black pontiac bonneville. the car that you see on the road and say, "hot dog, i bet that car is fast." you're right, mr. train conductor. it is. it's very fast (nick cottrell). it's tough. it's angry these days. best of luck to you, mr. train conductor.

love,

eric.