We were on the train, headed south from the southrim of the Grand Canyon to Williams, AZ. We had been traveling about 2 hours and were enjoying our complimentary champagne when the train started to slow down. I looked out the window to the left: desert. To the right: more desert. The depot was no where in sight. But then, over a slight rise I saw a cloud of dust that seemed to be growing larger as the train got slower. Suddenly, four men on horseback appeared. The train slowed to a stop and three of the men, bandanas covering their faces, hopped on the front car of the train. The fourth man grabbed the reins of the other horses and took off away from the train. The three men on the train made their way through the cars, stealing money and jewelry. Luckily the sherrif was on board, but unluckily he was quite slow and kept posing for pictures so he was always a train car behind the bad'uns.
So there's the truth: It was the laziest group of train robbers attacking the laziest train engineer: the only train that actually stops to help the robbers out.
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Yeah!! Somehow we've become popular (i.e. Popular Demand)
Well, Erin and David are popular. You never chimed in on that subject.
O I get to be popular!? I always wanted to be popular.
I guess I will share my popularity with Justin. He is popular by association. I consulted with him about it.
Erin: I can't argue with that logic. If you only want to be half popular that's your call.
No no, you miss High School. Being about to make someone popular by association strengthens my popularity
At the risk of giving Erin a big head: ok, Justin, you are popular. I forgot about the whole "high school dynamics" thing. I have been stuck in corporate America for far too long.
You mean Cookie Land? Where the walls are made of cresent rolls and the floor is powdered with flour. (or is that a different kind of powder that makes you like that?)
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