Onions

The other day I had a turkey burger at the Wood Ranch and it was onion packed.  I was a little concerned that the onion-related gas would make for an awkward day at work.  Imagine my relief when I got to work and found that I was scheduled in the Casey-Pin rotation.  I would get to sit by myself while I drove the train!  Yay! So, as I drove Casey Jr., I farted away.  I let 'er rip with reckless abandon.  Last night Casey Jr. was powered by natural gas, not the usual diesel.  And, as a bonus, I served as a "seat-warmer" for the poor souls who had to drive the train after me.