Between my drop-off from the bus and boarding a westbound California Zephyr, I spent my time in Ottumwa with lunch at Canteen Lunch in the Alley, an iced coffee at Market on Main, and cocktails at the Tom-Tom Tap. Along with way too much time out in the sun: a couple of dirtheads loitered at the train station's waiting room for the entire day, killing off one of my favorite down-time haunts.
One was a motor-mouth of epic proportions and the primary reason why I only went inside the station to relieve myself. Nearing boarding time, he came outside to disturb my peace with unwarranted banter and cigarette smoke. "Where are you going?", he asked. "West" I shot back. Further attempts to engage me were all shot down with simple, terse replies. Exasperated he laments, "I was just trying to engage in conversation!" So glad I wasn't riding coach on this trip.
The other turned out to have just gotten out of jail from being thrown off the train the day before. This mope straight up slept inside the station for hours on end when not jabbering along with 'motor-mouth'. I last spotted him trackside in Omaha, as the train continued on without him. I don't think that was part of his plan.
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