tales from an ordinary world

2003-01-12b

An achingly hot, slow afternoon - sun's in my eyes, and I just want to lie down for a while. The tram's late, and even when it arrives the driver seems unconcerned, trundling along at a snail's pace. But when a passenger gets off, saying "it'll be faster if I walk", the driver loses it, stopping to hurl abuse from the window - "you stupid woman" - until a passenger calms him down.