Railroad

[Christos]

A man who had spent his whole life in the desert visited a friend. He'd never seen a train or the tracks they run on. While standing in the middle of the RR tracks, he heard a whistle, but didn't know what it was. Predictably, he's hit and is thrown, ass-over-tea-kettle, to the side of the tracks, with some minor internal injuries, a few broken bones, and some bruises.

After weeks in the hospital recovering, he's at his friend's house attending a party. While in the kitchen, he suddenly hears the teakettle whistling. He grabs a baseball bat from the nearby closet and proceeds to batter and bash the teakettle into an unrecognizable lump of metal. His friend, hearing the ruckus, rushes into the kitchen, sees what's happened and asks the desert man, "Why'd you ruin my good tea kettle?"

The desert man replies, "Man, you gotta kill these things when they're small."

[rrich]

In the Eastern foothills of Colorado there is a hermit that comes out of the mountain every day to watch the 4:15 Burlington Northern Santa Fe train go westward at high speed into a tunnel through the rocky mountains. The Burlington Northern Santa Fe yard master has witnessed this scene every day for his 40 years on the job. Finally, on the day before his retirement, the yard master walks over to the hermit and asks him why he is always here to watch the 4:15 go by.

The hermit looks at the yard master and says, "Well sonny, one of these days that there thing is going to miss the hole in the mountain and I intend to be here when it does."