When I asked why I couldn’t get so airflow with the window, the conductor just provided me an odd look and told me that someone may want to commit suicide
My mother and I once took a train ride that took us 1100 miles north. Every one of us loved taking all odd kinds of transportation and trying them out, and the train was our last experience. I still have dreams about that train ride. Every one of us were heading north from the deep south. Every one of us had a appealing visit with our child and our mother was looking forward to his first train ride. Every one of us got on the train and it was really quite comfortable. Every one of us had been travelling for about three minutes, when the air conditioner quit working. This wasn’t too bad because it was cool in the train. I had recently went back and bought a blanket for our mom. Now he was quite comfortable without the air conditioner. Half way through the trip, the heating came on. It got so tepid on the train, that even our chilly blooded mom, was perspiring. The train was full to capacity and the stench of sweat was in the air. I tried turning on the air vents overhead, but nothing was happening. Every one of us couldn’t even open a window. When I asked why I couldn’t get so airflow with the window, the conductor just provided me an odd look and told me that someone may want to commit suicide. My mom said he was kidding, but I’m sure stranger things had happened. That train ride was over 5 years ago, and whenever I hear a train whistle, I guess about that train ride. The air conditioner and the temperature control were horrible and enough to provide me nightmares, buy our mom loved it.