So this happened two years back, thought of sharing it here.I was so worked as an engineer at a heritage museum, and at the end of the tour of the heritage museum, we had these rideable trains that kids and their parents could ride on to blow off the steam (pun intended) from the boringness of the tour. So I was given the job of driving these trains. Driving these trains was the best job in the museum, and I was fulfilling my lifelong dream of going on a steam train, blowing the whistle, listening to the kids all cheering and giggling with glee, and genuinely having a good time with my passion.

So as the engineer, you get to decide what train you want to drive for the day. I was going to drive the best steam train in the shed. It was the streamlined silver New York Hudson J3A Dreyfuss. It was a sight to see, and the whistle was loud and monstrous. Anywho, I decided to take it for a test drive before I took the passengers out for our one-mile track with tunnels, hills, bends, Tressel bridges, and crossing gates. I did the daily routine of oiling the axles, steaming the train, and cleaning the overall look to ensure it was as shiny and silver as possible. I drove the train in the direction of our train yard.

Ok, so let me set the scene. I was going to go through a railroad crossing, and before that, there was a parking lot on the left side of the track, while there was a whistle post on the other side. So this post was there to tell an engineer to blow the whistle before coming to a railroad crossing. I blew the whistle and immediately heard a car honk. I did not have time to turn around. The honk probably woke someone up, or a friendly person saw me coming and did a friendly honk. I went to pick up the cars and drove to the station. There was a crowd of kids and their parents looking at our manager's booth, and there was yelling. I did my usual thing of breaking and using my bell instead of my whistle to tell my manager I had arrived on time.The manager and an angry woman came out. Let's call her EM.

EM (pointed at me): HIM!

I got up from my train idling,

Me: Me, Ma'am?

EM: HOW DAre you try to scare my kids and me while we were taking a nap?!?

This was probably the person who honked my car at me.

Me: I'm sorry, ma'am, but I was following the sign's directions.

EM: Well, look how traumatized my kids are?!?

Her kids were fawning over the silver Dreyfuss, taking pictures, not looking traumatized or scared.

Manager: Ma'am, he was following directions, and please stop yelling. You're scaring the other kids. So if you're going to ride, I am going to need to see your ticket.

Some kids in line to ride my train's passenger cars looked uncomfortable and antsy. They probably wanted the train ride to start. The parents were looking at the EM because they didn't want to deal with their antsy kids.

EM ( huffed): FINE! But my kids should ride in the front with the engineer.

EM gave the ticket to my manager and my manager looked at the ticket.

Manager: Ma'am, FIRST of all, you needed to book the ticket online and choose the seats for your kids and you. The front near the engineer and the back near the caboose is our most popular options, this ticket is for the middle train cars. SECONDLY, this ticket is for tomorrow. So I can not let you ride today. OP start the train.

EM started to have another tirade with the manager, and I went over to the two kids of EM to tell them I was starting the train. I felt bad for them for having a psychotic mother like that, so I gave them a golden train keychain that I gave everyone at the end of a train ride. We were a few minutes behind schedule (thanks so much EM), So I yelled "All aboard", blew the whistle, and left the station a little too quickly.I drove the train, and I was coming up on a railroad crossing and saw the EM pulling up to the dropping gates of the crossing. I had a devilish thought in my head. I dropped the speed to 10-15 mph; Karen was honking her car and screaming at me; I just looked at her and smiled, putting my hands up.Me: I'm just following the rules