Passenger: “Does this go to Wellington Street?”
Me: “Yes. Wellington Street is three stops away.”
Me over PA on approach: “The next stop is Wellington Street.”
Me over PA at stop: “This is Wellington Street.”
Passenger, three stops after Wellington Street: More »
That is, literally, physically stole it.
Where I assume the bits responsible for making the water hot once resided—but then I really have no idea.
Woke up this morning with no hot water, went to work without having showered, came home on my break to sort out what I thought must be a billing problem, and after several calls ended up speaking to the body corporate.
Turns out that last night someone physically stole the mechanical parts of the apartment complex that provide the hot water. Like, to the entire complex.
Who would do such a thing and why completely eludes me, but there you have it.
Kid #1 at Port Melbourne: “Hey, can I have your autograph?”
Kids #2 and #3: “Me too!!”
Me: “…uh, sure…”
I inscribe TRAM DRIVER™ on each kid’s arm with my blue biro.
Kid #2: “Is your name Tim?”
Me: “No, it’s Alex.”
Kid #2: “But why did you write ‘Tim?'”
Me: “That’s ‘Trade Mark’!”
Kid #2: “Oh!”
Me, over the PA system: “The next stop is Kew Junction.”
Unknown female-sounding passenger: “I KNOW THAT!!!”
Me, over the PA system: “My apologies.”
Got stuck behind this car on my way to work yesterday and was intrigued by her bumper sticker.
The intended reference here eludes me. Thoughts?
My DeLonghi portable air conditioner was subjected to some “unnatural” forces during my previous move, and one of its caster wheels broke off. A metal rod was protruding from the base of the unit as a result, risking damage to the floor (especially carpeting) underneath it.
Why is this a problem right now, in the middle of winter? The unit also functions as a dehumidifier, which in this apartment is proving essential for getting washed clothes dry and stopping mould from growing on walls and windowsills.
The obvious solution: call up DeLonghi, order a replacement caster wheel and snap it on. Estimated effort time required: 20 minutes.
Simple, right? More »
I feel like I spend an inordinate amount of time and effort getting simple things done sometimes, especially when those things require the involvement of some external entity.
These are just a few of the things that stand out in my mind as having required ridiculous amounts of work to action, sometimes still even to no avail. And as I see more and more of my free time lost to such stupid things, I’m getting more and more frustrated. More »
Why so pensive?
Probably wondering how on earth he ended up in Hawthorn.
I’ve pulled into the Victoria Harbour terminus and set down all of my passengers. Another tram is at the end of the line, waiting until their time to enter the stop. I’m sitting alone in the passenger saloon on my phone ordering a pizza so that it’s ready for my dinner break. A woman comes up to my window.
Woman: *aggressive knocking on side of tram*
Me: *hangs up on pizza order, unlocks door and walks onto platform*
Woman: More »