Ten Minutes

No, seriously. Ten minutes.

I wanted to slash that train with a hatchet. A hatchet, I tell you!!

See, my family and I were driving away to have some fun downtown when THE TRAIN came. After a while of sitting around as it slowly passed by, Mom glanced at the time. TWELVE MINUTES later it was still chugging along. Mommy actually got out of the car to look and see if the end was in sight. By then it was, thank goodness. Still. Ten minutes?