multitasking...

I was in the last tram on the regular schedule before the night trams take over. Usually this tram is the busiest as people somehow like to take the last chance. Never mind the first night tram is perhaps 20 minutes behind, the slightly intoxicated travelers much rather prefer the last regular tram opposed to the first night tram. First night tram has got nothing on the last regular tram. First night tram on a weekday is a ride of shame. You know you drank too much when you catch yourself riding the night carriage on a weekday. Perception and impression are wonderful things. Together they will move a mountain of social behavior. I took the last seat in the rear end of the second of the two tram cars. A quiet seat facing backwards. Tram doors were open longer than usual. Outside across the street police was fining an expensive car driver that looked sloppy with an unbuttoned shirt and a glaring chain on his neck. A young, plump looking girl with perfect hair and childlike facial features was standing next to him. Even if it did not look like it, I hoped that was his daughter. A man has to be positive about the world all the time. As police lights were flashing I noticed a commotion in the tram. I turned around to satisfy my curiosity. I saw a pair of feet on the floor facing me. Behind them was a body of a young girl seemingly glued to the tram floor. All of her limbs seemed to have camouflaged with the gray floor, as if she was melting to it gently but convincingly. Her left arm was still on her chest as if she was frozen in time. People were around her, however, everybody looked awfully calm. There were no screams, no panic.

I am tired now will continue tomorrow.