This is probably one of those "you-had-to-be-there" things in order for anyone else to see how funny it was; but when I was in my late teens and out with my girlfriend, we in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I wasn't experienced enough to know that in bumper-to-bumper traffic I should make sure I could clear railroad tracks before moving ahead. So, as we sat on the railroad tracks (it was a rainy, muddy, day), my car stalled right on them. She and I got out to try to push the heavy car, but we were both small girls, the old car was heavy, it was pouring, and the tracks made pushing the car more difficult. That was fine, though, because there was no train coming.
We were soaked with rain, and our feet were slipping in the mud puddles, and as we kept trying and trying (as girlfriends often do) we started to laugh. As we got laughing we started slipping more and more. It happened that the train came through that downtown area really slowly; and that was good because we were out there in "hysterics" laughing at how hopeless and urgent the situation was (with traffic backed up and waiting for my car to be moved), getting muddier and muddier all the time. Laughing made us weaker, of course; and each of us fell a time or two as we struggled in the mud. Suddenly it got more urgent because the train-warning bells started to clang, and the gate started to come down. We looked down the tracks, and the giant train was right there, lumbering at us much closer than it would have been if it was an area where trains come through faster.
We were both terrified, and yet we kept laughing hysterically at the hopelessness of the whole situation. Finally, a couple of men who had apparently wanted to stay out of the situation until they saw the train headed toward us came to the rescue and pushed the heavy, old, car off the tracks. We were a muddy, laugh-weakened, mess; but it was good to know that chivalry wasn't dead - only in a coma, I guess. Again, I'll add the disclaimer, "maybe you had to be there", as a way of covering myself in case my story is only funny to me (which, I think, is the case); but it was one of those stories that brought years of side-splitting laughter to us each time we re-hashed it again. The moral to the story: In bumper-to-bumper traffic never move ahead onto railroad tracks unless you know the car up front has moved away enough so you can clear the tracks. There's something very unnerving about knowing those yellow gates are coming down when you, your friend, and your dead car are under them.