SLEEPING PILL

“EXCUSE ME SIR,”

SAID THE MAN TO ONE OF THE

STEWARDS ON AN AMTRAK TRAIN,

“I ALWAYS GET NAUSEOUS

WHEN I GO ON TRAINS,

SO I AM GOING TO TAKE A

HEAVY SLEEPING PILL,

BUT PLEASE DO WHATEVER YOU

CAN TO MAKE SURE I GET OFF

WHEN IT STOPS IN BALTIMORE.

I REALLY DON’T WANT TO MISS

MY GREAT AUNT’S FUNERAL.”

“SURE THING!”

SAID THE STEWARD HAPPILY,

WE’LL MAKE YOU SURE

YOU GET OFF!”

SIX HOURS LATER THE

TRAIN STOPPED

IN WASHINGTON D.C. 

AND THE MAN JUMPED OUT

OF HIS SEAT IN A PANIC,

“WHAT THE HECK!

I ASKED YOU TO WAKE ME

UP IN BALTIMORE!”

“OH BOY! HE LOOKS MAD!”

REMARKED THE FELLOW

BEHIND HIM TO HIS WIFE.

“NOT HALF AS MAD AS THAT

OTHER GUY THEY CARRIED OFF

BACK IN BALTIMORE.”

SHE WHISPERED BACK.