tales from an ordinary world

2000-08-25

"I haven't talked to you in ages" she said. I watched the glowing red ash fly into the glass ashtray and pondered this.

Later, a girl on the tram struggles with her yellow mobile phone for a while, such a harsh and confused look on her face. She puts the end of it in her mouth for a while until it beeps (an SMS ?)

I hardly ever talk to people on the tram. Well. Sometimes people talk to me and I'll answer. Things like that. So there's this girl on the tram this evening looking like she's coming home from work, half-sleeping and leaning on the window. Occasionally she looks over at me and smiles, eventually introducing herself as Kathleen. I stumble over and shake hands. "I'm sleeping, 'cause I'm a bit drunk", she tells me. The usual smalltalk goes on, and she relates how she'd driven to work the previous morning and run over a pigeon - it was in the middle of busy traffic on St Kilda Rd, but she stopped to pick it up and take it to the vet. I was about to tell her she probably had very good karma right now, but my stop arrived sooner than I expected and I flew out the door as she said "thanks, you made my trip shorter."