Got all excited and said a few “cuss words under my breath” and my infamous “I need this” retort when I ran my Polar Express engine and didn’t see any smoke. Put some more fluid in and still, no smoke. My “know it all neighbor” told me to check the waranty and send it back since it was obviously defective.
I’m not one to call Lionel Tech because I’ve not always received the assistance that I requested but I broke down and called them. The young lady very politely suggested that I check the on-off swith in the cab…[#oops] That was it. I remember, now, that I turned it off the last time I was running the engine.
I guess, when your age creeps up on you, you forget the simple things. (Not you, of course, just me)
At least, I remember where the train room is. [:)]
Wish I had a dollar for every time I have gone up or down the basement steps and then asked myself, what did I want to do or get. The good part is that aging sure beats the alternative. I lost another high school classmate on Monday, which always makes me pause and appreciate my good health.
Several times a week I have to call my cell phone from my home phone because I’ve forgotten where I put it. Then I walk all over the house tracking down where the ringing is coming from.
I use this “locate my phone” technique in both directions whereby I have to use the cell phone to call the house cordless that does not have a page feature, and then the reverse when I left the cell phone where the cordless was found.
Crawling on my belly behind the Christmas tree to retrieve an errant decoration or to retrieve a box car that derailed ain’t as easy as it used to be either. Getting behind there is easy, getting back out isn’t.