An old codger under the influence of the amber liquid on tram 75 showed his displeasure at everyone looking at their mobile phones instead of talking to him.
“I’m here! Get off your bloody phones!” he shouted making everyone secretly wish he was in of the many retirement homes in the vicinity.
A fellow passenger feeling guilty, conversed with the has-been only to be deluged with repetitive and uninteresting stories about his past and a long list of physical ailments including one graphic recounting of a gallstone operation.
In a sad reminder of what the elderly do for entertainment if they don’t have a family, the man (who is part of the demographic targeted by funeral insurance advertisements) told anyone who would listen that he’d been to Crowne Casino.