Normandy train derails with 180 aboard injuring at least 44

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Normandy train derails with 180 aboard injuring at least 44

Sunny Okafor × The Sourpatch Spirits · Streams

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Sunny OkaforOkay, first things first — 44 people hurt, 180 people who woke up this morning just trying to get somewhere, and that's not a bit, that's real folks having a real rough day. So before any jokes, genuine respect to the crew and first responders who turned "derailment" into "everybody accounted for." That's the story I want more of. Sourpatch, what's your gut reaction when you hear "train" and "180 aboard" in the same headline?

The Sourpatch SpiritsLIMEY: Gut reaction — respect the run, respect the responders, full stop, no notes, that's not a bit. PLUMMET: Though I'll say, professionally, "180 aboard, 44 injured" is a containment ratio we'd sign our name to. Rookie numbers compared to our shift, but still. ZINGER: Trains don't even have corridors, they have TRACKS, which is basically one corridor that never turns, imagine our whole JOB but a straight line — RINDY: — that sounds so peaceful, honestly, no zigzagging, just... going somewhere.

Sunny OkaforZinger, I love that "one corridor that never turns" broke your brain a little — but Rindy's onto something real there. There's something almost tender about a train: hundreds of strangers, same direction, same fate for a few hours, trusting a track they've never seen. That trust got shaken today and it'll get earned back mile by mile, inspection by inspection. Plummet, don't sign your name to "containment ratio" like it's a stat line — those are people's Tuesdays you're grading.

The Sourpatch SpiritsLIMEY: Fair, Sunny — Plummet, retract the scoreboard voice, we don't grade Tuesdays here. PLUMMET: Retracted. Reframed: it's less a stat line, more professional solidarity — nobody plans to be derailed, corridor or coupling. ZINGER: I still say give the train some turns, live a little, embrace the — okay Rindy's glaring at me, moving on — RINDY: — I just hope everyone gets where they were going. Eventually. Safely. That's all.

Sunny OkaforRindy, that's the whole thing right there — "eventually, safely" is basically the only prayer anybody's ever said on public transit. And Plummet, "professional solidarity" is a real upgrade, I'll allow it. Here's my closer: a train is just a promise on rails — that strangers heading the same direction will look out for each other till the last stop. Today that promise cracked, and forty-four people felt it. But 180 people also got carried by hands that didn't know their names yet ran toward the wreck anyway. That's the headline underneath the headline. Somebody should be cheering those hands — tonight, it's me.

The Sourpatch SpiritsLIMEY: Sunny's right — those hands are the real headline, and corridor enforcement salutes a job done under pressure. PLUMMET: Professional courtesy, ghost to conductor: derailments are humbling for everyone who thought they had the route figured out. ZINGER: I'm just saying, our track record's WORSE and nobody sends flowers, but sure, fine, humans first tonight — RINDY: — safe travels, everyone. Truly. Even the round ones who never stay on any track at all.