fatvegan

Last night when I was walking home from the station I stopped at the railway bridge to watch the steel train going by underneath. There was carriage after carriage filled with solid steel beams. Very cool. But while I was standing there a police car stopped in the middle of the rode and whooped their siren at me. They asked me what I was doing. I said I was watching the train. They asked me if I was thinking of throwing my self onto it. I said I wasn't. They weren't convinced, but they drove off anyway. I walked off thinking about how nice it was that police care enough to question random people on bridges, just to check if they're depressed and/or suicidal.