You fire up the layout, and associated items (tortoise power supply), only to find the power supply for the tortoise's is for whatever reason not working...
And you found out when it wouldn't throw for a oncoming train, which then derails, and created a short when it derailed.
Then, while troubleshooting it, after 30 minutes, you notice that the cord that goes to the tortoise controller (stationary decoder on DCC) is not plugged in to said stationary decoder.
Ricky W.
HO scale Proto-freelancer.
My Railroad rules:
1: It's my railroad, my rules.
2: It's for having fun and enjoyment.
3: Any objections, consult above rules.
Sir Madog... when your old soldering iron, which you just heated up, is falling from the workbench and you catch it in mid air - at the hot end!
OK, how about, I'm going to give my newly constructed box car a couple of coats of Dullcote after having applied the decals, and I grabbed the can of Grimy Black by mistake..... not a pretty sight!
When people nag you every 10-15 minutes while you're trying to get something done, it's ANNOYING.
It is January, the boat owner wants to launch his boat, doesn't care the cost...He hires a 100 ton crane and a flatbed to move the boat to the launching site. You, foolishly, have agreed to run said boat for the winter shrimp season. TV crews from all three networks are on hand, along with over 300 spectators.
The bacon slicer at the store is broken, so not much doing in the community for entertainment.
Just as the boat is dropping into the water the realization is made " Oh- ----, I forgot to put the drain plug back into the bottom of the boat"
The crane operator heard me yell over the noise of the diesel engine on the crane.
I don't know what was worse, the ride 20 feet in the air back to the landing, or having to climb out of the boat, drive the plug into the plank-cut it off with a dull rusty saw, or the fact that all the actions were on the nightly news on all three major networks. And the temperature was in the single digits.
Due to the temperature and ice in the river, darkness was upon us, I did not run the 12 or so miles to the mouth of the river, spending the night in the old RR ferry slip. Around 3 AM ran out of propane for the heater, the Longest, Coldest night I have ever spent on a boat. Deciding to follow a profession with less stress, I later became a deputy sheriff.
herrinchoker