I was one day on a train in a trailer car. After the intersection at the intermediate station, his colleague from the "main" composition visited our conductor. And I became an unwilling listener to the story of our guide. From the first person.
I’m constantly working on trailers. And under them distinguish cars, softly speaking, not the best quality. Here I got the car all in cracks, until the wind whispers. Winter, frost and coal heating. Topi - not topi, and on the move all heat blows out. He was upset and the passengers were complaining. No help from the management. In desperation, I spent part of my poor salary (the case was in the 1990s), bought a wide scotch and glued them all the gaps in the wagon. It became noticeably warmer in the car, the complaints stopped, everyone got well. Learned about this, the experience liked it. Purchased officially Scotch, drove one of the "black" wagons in the depot, began to hesitate. In the yard minus 30, in the depot not much warmer. To frozen metal Scottish stick categorically refuses. They send me a race from the office: “Discover the secret.” I have not revealed the secret without a goat. For a long time the leadership did not want to shake, but nothing to do - after a couple of days of torture brought the required. I say to them, "Read what is written on my wagon: "Orenburg-Taschkent." I go to Tashkent, there in January plus 10, I turn the wagon and return to Orenburg.