Train Yard
I am working in a train yard. My job is to run out on the track in front of a train coming toward me in the night and using a flashlight look for a sign hanging on the 
front of the locomotive telling me its destination. The driver would hold up a sign saying what he wanted for dinner. I would run inside my shack, grab a pre-made meal, a certificate, then run out and operate a lever to put the train on the right set of tracks. Twists: Once my flashlight battery went dead. Once I thought “turkey” was a place, not a food and once I thought “hen” was food, not a place.
