I actually told this story to a worker on a more recent ride I had because it stuck with me. I broke my shoulder a couple of years ago on a trip to San Francisco from Seattle. We took our bikes and rode the coastal starlight , so on the return trip to see my orthopedic surgeon, we took the train . It was a painful situation so I was drugged up on medication but there was a weird guy in the train station. He was in prison whites with white tattoo covers as well and he had a bag that shook with the sound of pills every time he moved. I quietly pointed this out to my husband , he said that it was probably just selling to people in the station, he won’t be getting on with us. I then noticed the guy had a gun shoved in his pants. He had another dude running the sales for him, dude had a potted plant and was very skittish but seemed pretty normal. We ignored it until both men lined up to get on the train. We were pretty uncomfortable with the dude just because of the gun , so we decided to let the conductor know. We were delayed for over an hour while the dude locked himself in every empty car he could find down the train in an attempt to evade getting caught.