I have been on that train at 2:50 AM. I'm glad we had a better driver.
Yikes. I've been on that train later in the day, but it never occurred to me that it could derail and go up the escalator.
The skeptic is never for real. There he stands, cocktail in hand, left arm draped languorously on one end of the mantelpiece, telling you that he can't be sure of anything, not even of his own existence. I'll give you my secret method of demolishing universal skepticism in four words. Whisper to him: "Your fly is open." If he thinks knowledge is so all-fired impossible, why does he always look? — James Sire (from, The Universe Next Door)