My parents and I took Hunter(my train-obsessed nephew) to ride the Christmas train in Hamilton. They put this train up every year for the kids to ride for free and there's also some live reindeers there that you can feed by buying pellets out of a 25-cent machine. It's a perfect family-friendly, Christmas card moment. Except...
The guy who operates the little train is a scary creepy man. He wears a filthy blue mechanic's jumpsuit and smells like cigarettes. The children giggle and chortle, enjoying the ride, completely oblivious to the creepy man's evil scowl. When the train stops all the little three to six-year-olds leap out, run around the gate to the entrance door and line up. The exact same children line up each time, all the while the creepy man scowls. Then, suddenly and without warning, he takes a smoke break. The children stand at the gate with bewildered expressions on their faces. The creepy man's break is just long enough for Hunter and I to feed the reindeer. When we return to the train, the man has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. The ashes fall to the ground as he lets the kids on the train. Hunter and the kids ride the train one more time and then, again without warning, the creepy man runs away dwon the street. The train was supposed to run until 7:30pm and it was only 6. I guess the man went off to have dinner, but he didn't say boo to anyone.
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hey mate, your the guy who sounds like a ctreep, the stuff i read about you, you are certainly a serial killer, whoooo, you are weird.
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