Drunk Mexican sleeps as train runs over him ("I counted six beers, but there may have been more.")

Sydney Morning Herald ^ | April 28, 2004

[Ranxerox]

For the life of me, I can't figure out what is so appealing about sleeping on railroad tracks. Am I missing the boat here? Is there some magical portal to the land of nod that lies between the rails? I'm sorry, but cold steel, creosote-soaked wood, and rocks ain't my idea of a comfortable rack.


I can just picture this scene in my head:

Mexican: Hombres, I'm dead tired. Think I'll head down to the tracks and catch a few "Z's".

Hombres: Adios, Juan! We'll have the engineer wake you when he comes by.

[BSunday]

Was this guy at Talladega last Sunday ?

[Doctor Stochastic]

The undercarriage passed within just a few centimetres of his body but did not touch him.

He would have been better off in the US, the train would have missed him by inches.

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[dead]

I guess some other sleepy drunks already grabbed the bed of nails and the couch of broken glass.

[Ranxerox]

...and the couch of broken glass.

LOL - that's a keeper.

[Protagoras]

If this had happened in America, they wouldn't call him a Mexican.

I made a comment during a conversation once where a person I know from Mexico was highly offended, in fact almost violent, when I corrected someone who had referred to him as Spanish because he was speaking spanish. Seems that no matter how proud he claimed to be to have come from Mexico, he thought I was insulting him to point it out. It was semi bewildering.