i board the tram, wanting to get some food at the end of the street. standing, as usual.
a very old granny told me to sit. me, trying to show off how healthy i am, i said no.
later, after much refusal, i sat beside her. after it got empty of course.
she talked to me, of how nice the weather was that day, and some other stuff i couldn't catch.

i've no idea why grannys like to talk to me wherever i go. or maybe they do like to talk to everyone.

i miss grandma. my grandma i mean.