“11,000 tons?” he remarked in disgust at his previous weigh-in. “I’ve got to get back on track.”
So the next day, he chugged 1,000 miles without stopping.
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
But later that week, the scale still said 11,000 tons.
“I don’t get it,” whined the train. “I’ve been working my caboose off with no results.”
The next week, he chugged 2,500 miles, including up a very steep mountain.
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
Weigh-in: 11,000 tons.
“Is there nothing I can do to engineer a loss?” he asked desolately.
“Hello,” said a stranger who was wandering along the train tracks. “My name is Boxcar Jacky and I think I can help.”
“You think you can?” asked the train.
“I think I can,” repeated Boxcar Jacky. “Exercise alone isn’t always enough to lighten your load. Consider consuming fewer calories as well.”
“I’m a train, dumbass,” exclaimed the train.
“Oh yeah,” remarked Boxcar Jacky. “Well, how’s about we uncouple a few of your cars.”
They did, and the train came in at a svelte 10,500 tons at his next weigh-in.
“Lose weight?” smiled the train. “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
“Great,” smiled Boxcar Jacky. “Now can I catch a ride down the line?”
“Are you kidding me?” laughed the train, taking off down the track. “I just lost 500 tons; you think I want to gain it right back?”
