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Behaviour in public places

This afternoon I went for a tram-ride into our fair city of Melbourne for the intention of purchasing a 12-volt car cooler. I sat in an empty tram for my short journey along LaTrobe Street to the corner of Elizabeth Street.


At the very next stop a bald gentleman also boarded the tram and chose to sit next to me.

On an empty tram.

As in, his thigh touching mine. His shoulder touching mine.

For some undue reason this put me into a rage. It was a warm day and he was enveloping me in his body heat. His odour. I could smell his breath!
Why the hell would he do this to me?

Viewed by an observer from the outside, I sat gazing out the window listening to my music in a genial manner, but inside my head I foamed -- I raved -- I swore!
I wanted to jump to my feet, point my finger into his eye and shout "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM YOU WEIRD MAN!" before pushing him to the ground and beating him.

Man on man frottage just doesn't do it for me.

Hopefully this experience doesn't sour the rest of my few remaining days of Christmas shopping.


On a lighter note, Dick Smith had the coolers still in stock. $20 each.
Bargain!

Then on my return the tram stop I saw midgets in elf costumes.