My mate’s Dad was a railwayman, working out of Sydney. My mate had missed the last stopping train home, but, since he knew all the drivers, he thought he’d see what he could ask.
”No, there’s no way I can make an extra stop; what I’ll do, I’ll slow right down, and if you jump off and start running before you land on the platform, you’ll be fine”
So the driver slowed down, and he stood at the cab door… “JUMP!” and he was off, legs spinning and arms flailing. He ran alongside the train and started to slow down; just as the last coach passed him, two big arms grabbed his shoulders “Street, you were lucky mate! This train doesn’t normally stop here”, said the guard, as they sped off, into the night.