I believe that term was originally used to describe National Guard personal who would muster
on the weekends for training and were not considered "real soldiers" by the "regulars".
The term has transcended military usage and crept into civilian dialect.
It conjures up visions of those that "want to be this" and "want to be that", all amateurs,
attempting to morph from Clark Kents into Supermen. Examples are endless.
I'm not even trying to be something I'm not.
Possibly there is no known previous example of what I do the way I do it.
In any case, my title has nothing to do with me.
Take away their toil and our world would change.
Or economy cannot rest on the weekend.
I ran into this crew headed north to Lafayette.
These freight crews sit and sit to facilitate Amtrak.
There is a monetary agreement which demands this frustrating game.
Weekends, holidays and summers present an added stress.
As soon as Madam Sunset exited her lights lit.
That door must work flawlessly.
Were the Pinkertons eying me?
Can you imagine what they have to endure dealing with their varied clientele?
My wife took a trip to San Antonio.
She described the crew as "patient".
Patients is a quality you extend to those who are operating beyond the realm of normal acceptability
in hopes that behavior ceases before your ability to manipulate and guide comes to a judicious response. .
I couldn't do it. I'd throw the trash of which she spoke off the train in hopes of cleansing the gene pool.
I've seen meals delivered here in the afternoon.
Granted, possibly some of this "weekend warrior" stuff isn't so bad.
She probably wasn't thinking about this being the weekend,
and if she was, she probably thought it was a great one.
She was probably having a blast. They probably let her honk the horns.
The most common closing I hear between the dispatcher and crew, or between crews, is,
"Have a safe trip".
To quote The Clash, "This ain't no disco, this ain't no fooling around".
In this world if Jessee James was the only threat, "safe" would be a lot more simple.
Or, we'd watch a movie.
That stretch of rails, to use the popular TV show, "Pickers", lingo,
is a honey hole for train watchers, chasers and other goofy trainiacs.
They wait a lot.
Sometimes their "hours" run out and they are left in the middle of nowhere where a
driver of unknown ability picks them up and they have to ride for hours back to where they started.
I once saw two competing driers square off. The woman won.
That puts another spin on, "Have a safe trip".
I think the engineer knew me or some kid was playing with the horns.
Surprisingly, they don't call the police on me anymore.
They are the Weekend Warriors.