Thanking The Tram Driver

A plump woman thanked the tram driver as she got out the front door of a tram in front of me. I wondered who she was talking to, for a moment. Then when I realised, I thought, how quaint. I momentarily, wondered if I should do it to, but I would have only been mocking her. Really. Is that awful? It would have been worth it for a laugh.

I was coming home from the city, having had a boozy lunch with Nick. "You drinking?"

"Sure, yes, why not."

"We'd better get 2 bottles to start with then..."

I would normally walk, from the city to home, it is why you live in the inner suburbs, after all. It was far too nicer day to be stumbling home drunk in the midday sun. It is much more contained to be sitting still when the wine is sloshing around in my brain.

"Thank you, driver."

Cute.

Of course, then I had to thank him.

"Thank you."

He didn't respond.

I was disappointed, I have to tell you. I wanted a reply. It probably would have been something he could repeat over and over again, like, Have a Good Day, or just Thank You. He could have made an effort, that is what I think. Okay, Have a good day is too American. How about, On ya, or beaudy, or Good then. But nothing? I wanted acknowledgment for my good manners.

Nick's Been Having A Thing With His Boss

"Yeah, good job," I said.

"We went on a Sydney conference, we had too much wine over dinner, he got to telling me the problems with his marriage, which essentially there weren't... except for the lack of sex."

"How much wine did you drink?"

"Well, plenty, it would seem," said Nick. "One thing led to another..."

"Fucken tacky, that's what it is..."

"He was tacky all over my back."

"And where do you think this is going to lead?"

"It's not going to lead anywhere," said Nick. "Hello."

"Your boss?"

"I have xmas lunch with him and his wife," said Nick. "I play with his kids."

"Daddy's bitch."

"I can tell you he needed it."

"All that pent up frustration."

"Shazam!"