1h32. Tram ligne 1 avant l'arrêt de Bouffay.
The tram was surprisingly packed given the time and the fact that the past few weeks the early morning trams have been somewhat less so. But my friends and I have mostly been sticking to the line 2 route that passes right by our dorm. This was line 1.
At the tram stop in front of the Château des Ducs de Bretagne a man stepped aboard the tram talking loudly and immediately gained the attention of nearly every passenger and all the TAN agent security guards, one of whom actually followed the man as he made his way from the back of the tram to the place just in front of where Darryl, Carla, and I were conveniently located.
And just like that the man lost his footing and was sent falling backwards, directly onto my lap. After realizing he had fallen - something that took a few more seconds longer than was comfortable to occur - the man managed to pull himself back into a standing position with the aid of a hand rail while Darryl and the female TAN agent asked me if I was alright. I nodded and tried to appear as if nothing had happened.
The man turned around and looked at me, his eyes unfocused, and told me that if I didn't ask him what happened, he wouldn't tell anybody. Thank goodness for small comforts, I thought and began counting down the seconds to Commerce.
The tram was surprisingly packed given the time and the fact that the past few weeks the early morning trams have been somewhat less so. But my friends and I have mostly been sticking to the line 2 route that passes right by our dorm. This was line 1.
At the tram stop in front of the Château des Ducs de Bretagne a man stepped aboard the tram talking loudly and immediately gained the attention of nearly every passenger and all the TAN agent security guards, one of whom actually followed the man as he made his way from the back of the tram to the place just in front of where Darryl, Carla, and I were conveniently located.
And just like that the man lost his footing and was sent falling backwards, directly onto my lap. After realizing he had fallen - something that took a few more seconds longer than was comfortable to occur - the man managed to pull himself back into a standing position with the aid of a hand rail while Darryl and the female TAN agent asked me if I was alright. I nodded and tried to appear as if nothing had happened.
The man turned around and looked at me, his eyes unfocused, and told me that if I didn't ask him what happened, he wouldn't tell anybody. Thank goodness for small comforts, I thought and began counting down the seconds to Commerce.
No comments:
Post a Comment