Ooo flashback. Before Mrs JP & I were married (we were engaged), my father ended up in hospital and we took the train from Toronto to Montreal to see him. My father worked for CNR so I grew up with a train pass and came to understand the err umm 'unique' clientele to be found on trains. (Likely including meeself) Mrs JP had never ridden the train before then.
NOTE: for this to make sense, the train goes Toronto - Kingston/ Kingston - Montreal - same train but in Kingston it meets the train to Ottawa.
Later in the evening I have dozed off and Mrs JP wakes me in a panic. She had been chatting with a fellow on the other seat - who is slightly innebriated (never make eye contact!!!) In the middle of the night he decides he has to go to Ottawa to tell the Prime Minister something - so jumps off the train to catch the Ottawa train - Oh and the middle of winter of course. Mrs. JP is in a tizzy about what to do - trying to explain to her that this is what happens on trains and we don't have to do anything. But - point of the story - before he went he gave Mrs JP the source of his inspiration, Jonathan Livingston Seagull - in French!