I rode Portland's MAX train to work today. I haven't gotten on a train since I saw Schindler's List about 10 years ago. Schindler's List pretty much did for Trains what Airport '77 did for air travel. For me, anyways. I mean, you get on the train with a bunch of people who are miserable, who don't talk to each other, who are going somewhere they definitely don't want to go, and some are worrying that a fare inspector is going to ask for their ticket... or papers.
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