I was told once that if you are waiting for a train, an interesting way to pass the time is to look for a battery, down on the tracks. You’ll find one every time. Don’t believe me? try it yourself. Or you do belive me and are waiting for me to tell you how it plays out. The first two times you’ll think it’s funny. The third time you’ll think it’s uncanny, but not in a way that really does the word “uncanny” justice. The fourth and fifth times you’ll think it’s funny, but in a much more sinishter way than those first few times. The sixth time you’ll realize that you’re on one of the platforms you’ve checked before, but this time you’ve found an entirely different battery, the sinister feeling will return combined with a nausea you’ll have for the duration of the following train ride. On the seventh time you’ll realize they’ve all been Duracell batteries and on the eighth time, seeing another Duracell, you’ll start to wonder if someone is just fucking with you. When the ninth time comes you’ll see an Energizer and for a moment you’ll think you were right that someone was fucking with you, but how would they know what you were thinking and were you *really* sure last time that they’d all been Duracells. It will be the only Energizer you’ll see until the 47th time you check for batteries. By the 140th time you find a battery laying along the tracks you’ll long since have given up hope for humanity and you will have replaced it with the hope that the batteries will never let you down. They won’t. After the 2,000th time you can finally stop looking, after that the batteries will come and find you. Happy hunting!