My grandfather lost one of his brothers and an eye to a train when he was a teenager. I will always be careful around train tracks.
Special snowflake-y restaurant patron: We were insanely busy Tuesday night, as a politician was holding his press conference in one of the event rooms in the hotel, and the event overflowed. We didn't have extra staff on - at best, we had half an extra person, me, because I was training, and the sales manager who had booked the group ended up running orders as well. My trainer ended up having to help tend the bar and I ended up serving the dining room. One customer ordered wine and food, and then decided to castigate me for the speed at which his food and drinks were emerging from our visibly busy bar and kitchen. The gentleman, and I use the term loosely, complained that he didn't see many other people with food on their tables and therefore our kitchen couldn't be that busy (he couldn't see the bar where many people were ordering the bar-snack kinds of food); and that he didn't care that the bar was so busy that there were people standing in every available inch of floor space trying to order drinks, plus the thirty or forty people sitting in the restaurant part just ordering drinks, and that the bartenders physically could not make drinks any faster.
His wife, at least, had the grace to look embarrassed by his behavior. She must have said something to him between that exchange and me managing to get part of their order out to them, because he suddenly changed his tune and became very polite and gracious.
I did, however, agree with his point that we should have had more staff on, and I'm not sure which member or members of management should be tarred and feathered for that particular gaffe.