Since we talkin' sold milk, do the RR's have their own version of lot lizards?
Not as a type. You have to go looking for them.
But they're out there. We're on the road, right? Without personal cars. Once at the other-end terminal, we're sent to the contract hotel. Some places it's not bad - in Buffalo, for a time, we stayed at the Four Points, which was Sheraton's discount sub-brand. Nice place - back 25 years ago. I know that whole area has gone into the dumper, since.
But, we're at the hotel. We need to eat - typically there was a Dennys or other casual-dining restaurant; or a diner. A few runs that weren't popular, had us eating at the Fallen Arches. At Willard, middle of Ohio and close to nothing, the hotel - which CSX loaned money to an operator to set up - it had its own railroad-only snack bar, with a short-order cook. To their credit, they did have good food there.
But. We'd go to Denny's, or whatever restaurant...the waitresses see you come in. See you're walking in, and in no hurry. They know what railroaders make; and some of them have their own fantasies. When I worked for the DM&E in South Dakota, with a bunch of young guys (20-25) in Pierre...they'd identified a Carl's Jr. on the main drag that had about six slutty high-school girls. Pay-for-play.
Once someone connects...ask her if she's got a friend who wants a good time and some help on the bills. If it works out, put the name in your records. I had no spousal-unit to worry about finding the information; but a lot of railroaders had spouses who were playing the same game when hubby was out on the road. They typically did it because they were angry about not getting enough attention - we were home three days a week, working 80-hours-plus.
Then, there was the female staff. One gal, her father was an old-head engineer, she got in...she looked like Alicia Silverstone but she lived like Wendy O. Williams. Married and divorced before age 20; so she was gonna live life raw.
She was off for almost a year for injuries on a four-wheeler. What we weren't told, and wasn't in the news, was she was one of three on it; riding a marsh alongside the railroad tracks, and she was arse-nekkid when the thing flipped.
She liked older men but not me. Oh-frikkin-well...she also had a fair amount of drama, she loved working men with a flirt and a twitch...and to me, there's nothing less sexy than work on the railroad. Any work. The land is ugly; the locomotive cab is dirty; the equipment is noisy and it can kill you. I'll do my pumping in more genteel surroundings.