All the live-long day.
I've been working on the railroad
Just to pass the time away.
Don't you hear the whistle blowing,
Rise up so early in the morn;
Don't you hear the captain shouting,
"Dinah, blow your horn!"
Because they are SO FREAKIN' SLOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
It takes them forever to do anything. Today we didn't get unloaded because our second stop took so long to unload, we couldn't make it to our final stop before they left. Do you remember on The Flintstones, how when the whistle would blow at the rock quarry and everyone would stop what they were doing and just file out? That's what it's like at the rail yards. They work only the exact amount of time in their shift and not a second more. You can set your watch by the time they leave the building.
And we have often done that; watched them leave the building. At 2:59 pm, they file out; all looking the same in their jeans, flannel shirts, down vests, Carhartt jackets, work boots, hard hats sometimes still on their heads and lunch boxes in their hand.
We've nicknamed them "the turtles". So anytime we see a line of people moving slowly anywhere (and especially at the train yards), we just look at each other, nod and say, "Turtles".