I have a tram story, yep you heard, a tram story! (Bet you can't wait!)
I'm sat reading on the tram when a flustered tram man (not an official job title) marches through letting us all know the tram has broken down. So before we'd even set off, we all had to get off and meander to the next platform,
I prop myself against one of the cold metal bum rests to read and as I look up I notice that the tram man himself (Let's call him Mr T to stop me saying 'tram man''!) so Mr T (and not from the A Team) is waiting on the platform with the rest of us, and a bit too casually for my liking when there's a tram right there that needs fixing!
I figure this is a good a time as any to attempt telepathy again. (Yes again'?!) I opt for a firm gaze rather than a hard stare, just incase my telephathy turns into some super human power and the guy disaapears in a puff of black smoke! I don't want to end the guy, just a gentle nudge to get his overalls on and look busy with a wrench would be enough! So I'm peeking over the top of my book channelling my energy when the tram, the 'broken down' one, sets off.
Yes... the very tram that we vacated is now on it's merry way to town! Empty!
My firm gaze is now a hard frowny stare! In fact Mr T is now the subject of many frowny stares, all passengers firing him questioning looks! He's staring at his feet, either admiring some fancy footwear or pretending he's wearing an invisible cloak, when the loud speaker announces that the platform (the very one we're all now stood at) has technical issues and we should wait at the other one. That's right, the one we all left!
So yet again, like a bunch of kids heading to maths class we shuffle our way back to the platform, several of us trying to not-so-discreetly check out Mr T, who I now realise isn't in uniform... What does it mean? A redundant tram man pretending to still have a job? A cocky tram mechanic pulling a prank? or just some ordinary guy who ear-wigged his way into directing a fictional drama?!
Who know's? and I'm not in the mood for approaching a frantic stanger to ask! So finally we're at the right platform (supposedly), waiting, again, A tram pulls in and a tsunami of people make their move. It's not my tram so book in hand I ignore everyone and read. As it eventually pulls away, I look up to see that the destination has been changed at the last minute and it was my tram. As if that isn't annoying enough, Mr T is sat comfortably inside! He's just another bloody passenger!
So there you have it, as the redundant/mechanic/weird non tram guy and my warm tram fade into the distance, I'm left with a cold and numb backside still waiting, and wondering just how random one morning can be!
Photo credit to Rebecca Paddison
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