things
I really dislike the tram. It's always so crowded and you can never sit and when you do find a seat there's such a burden on you because you have to keep your eye out for old people, for whom you of course have to give your seat up. (and you get so nervous when those border-types come in: his hair is grey, but he still looks quite vital -- does that count? or how about that woman: she can't be older than 50, but still she looks like she can faint every moment now)
A woman gets out at the hospital. On the back of her hand there are numbers painted in red, the handwriting sloppy: 578. The number of a hospital room, perhaps? It's written in a rushed manner, maybe it was bad news. But she has turned her back on me and I can't see if she looks anxious or not.
But now Marilyn and I will go hunt down a Wii. Apparently it's nigh impossible to get. Bastards! I want to do some swordfighting with Zelda already!
A woman gets out at the hospital. On the back of her hand there are numbers painted in red, the handwriting sloppy: 578. The number of a hospital room, perhaps? It's written in a rushed manner, maybe it was bad news. But she has turned her back on me and I can't see if she looks anxious or not.
But now Marilyn and I will go hunt down a Wii. Apparently it's nigh impossible to get. Bastards! I want to do some swordfighting with Zelda already!