I am the trainfly

I got nervous for a second because I thought I had used a made-up term improperly. (How much sense does that make?) Anyway, the morning conductor and I have gotten fairly chummy – chatting and such. I see him most days and he’s even got my routine down. Go figure. Anyway, there were a few first-timers on the local train and one of them he pointed in my direction for help. She thought it was pretty funny. Anyway, when I tried to explain to her that I was a trainfly (think barfly), she thought it meant that I thought the conductor was a pest (which I totally don't think). So I told her it meant regular. She laughed. Last night was on the same lines with the other local conductor. He finally got to checking my ticket just as we were approaching. He waved me off saying he already knew. I laughed. Anyway, I tried to get passed a few people to the vestibule so I could detrain fast. I hit the door button and put my hand on the door to keep it from closing (one of those automatic doors). He flipped the switch to always open. He then waved me into the vestibule. It can be kind of unnerving to ride in the last car with the engine staring at you. Anyway he said something about he doesn't bite and wouldntt let me fall. That was just cute!

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