What are they thinking?

Went out for my run this afternoon.  Sunny, a little breezy, in the 60's.  Nice day to go my 4½ loop.  I turn onto Bates only to see a train stopped on the tracks. "Great," I think, "I've got to run back...my least favorite way to run. {Bates is a sucky road...It's SOOO arched that you either have to run in the middle of the road or in the grass...which is bumpy and lumpy and lined with mailboxes & Middle Ridge just goes on and on, my friend.}  I'm thinking that maybe, just maybe, the train will start to move and be gone by the time I get there.

A little white car passes me...can't they see the stopped train?  They go past the place that is easy to turn around in and go over the the first set of tracks.  "Surely," I think, "they will turn around in the metal shop drive."  No, they go right by it and pull up as close as they can to the tracks.  "Maybe they'll back up?"  No, they put the car in park and sit there, nose into the stopped train.  I run up to the gate, high five it (thought about high fiving the train), run around the parked car and head back down Bates.  The car still sits there.  I was a quarter mile back down the road before they passed me, heading back down Bates. 

What were they thinking?

Why would you sit for a stopped train?

I think America has lost the ability to problem solve efficiently.
***update***
When I told my husband this story, he mentioned that maybe people just have more patience than I do.
Things that make you go hummmmmmm.  Well, maybe he's right.