I have a tendency to fall asleep in anything that moves. Planes, trains, automobiles. It moves, I fall asleep like a baby. Maybe it's something I should get checked out.
Yesterday I was riding the tram on my way home and my head kept bobbing. I hadn't slept well at all the night before which may have explained things. Almost dropped my phone twice. I'm sure that I finally slept for a good 5 minutes until I heard "WAKE UP!" WTF?! Buddy who was sitting directly in front of me was laughing and I did laugh a little too but, who does that?! I think he was just jealous that I was able to do it while he was suffering through this ride. He started the conversation saying that he didn't know how I could fall asleep on a tram.
He was a truck driver who I pegged to be in his late 40's/early 50's with a shaved head and rugged Aussie look. You know the one. He had come down from Queensland, the state with permanent temps in the 30's and 40's year round. He had the day off and thought he'd go around town but it was too cold. He grew up here and didn't know why I'd want to live in Melbourne. He got out as soon as he was old enough. At this point I figured he'd been dropped as a child and didn't know what he was talking about. This city is amazing!! That aside, I told him that I was Canadian and 20C on a winter day wasn't something to complain about. His response - "I always wanted to go to Alaska". Um, yeah. That's not Canada. I told him that if he wanted cold, come visit in January when Toronto easily gets to -30C with the windchill. Forget about some other parts of the country!
Him: "What's that in Celsius?"
Me: "That is Celsius."
Him: "Why do the Americans still use the other system?"
Me: "I don't know, they like to be different."
He starts to tell me that he works with some freezer trucks where the temperature gets to -40F and "that's fuckin' cold". No shit.
Him: "Know what that is in Celsius?"
Me: "Yeah, -40C, that's when the conversion equals the same." Dumb stare. Why am I talking to him?
Asked if I skied. "Nope, I'm not an outdoor kinda girl."
"What's the point of living somewhere with snow if you aren't gonna ski?"
This is pretty much how most of the conversation went. Luckily at this stage a guy sat next to him and diverted the conversation. Trucker was lost and young guy was able to say where we were. At this point I was desperately wishing that the tram would either move faster or I was just gonna get off anyway. I took the opportunity to say adios and stood next to the door.
It's still hard to get used to how friendly they are here. I'm from the concrete jungle where you don't talk to people. Sheesh. All I wanted to do is sleep. Dang I sound bitchy.
Yesterday I was riding the tram on my way home and my head kept bobbing. I hadn't slept well at all the night before which may have explained things. Almost dropped my phone twice. I'm sure that I finally slept for a good 5 minutes until I heard "WAKE UP!" WTF?! Buddy who was sitting directly in front of me was laughing and I did laugh a little too but, who does that?! I think he was just jealous that I was able to do it while he was suffering through this ride. He started the conversation saying that he didn't know how I could fall asleep on a tram.
He was a truck driver who I pegged to be in his late 40's/early 50's with a shaved head and rugged Aussie look. You know the one. He had come down from Queensland, the state with permanent temps in the 30's and 40's year round. He had the day off and thought he'd go around town but it was too cold. He grew up here and didn't know why I'd want to live in Melbourne. He got out as soon as he was old enough. At this point I figured he'd been dropped as a child and didn't know what he was talking about. This city is amazing!! That aside, I told him that I was Canadian and 20C on a winter day wasn't something to complain about. His response - "I always wanted to go to Alaska". Um, yeah. That's not Canada. I told him that if he wanted cold, come visit in January when Toronto easily gets to -30C with the windchill. Forget about some other parts of the country!
Him: "What's that in Celsius?"
Me: "That is Celsius."
Him: "Why do the Americans still use the other system?"
Me: "I don't know, they like to be different."
He starts to tell me that he works with some freezer trucks where the temperature gets to -40F and "that's fuckin' cold". No shit.
Him: "Know what that is in Celsius?"
Me: "Yeah, -40C, that's when the conversion equals the same." Dumb stare. Why am I talking to him?
Asked if I skied. "Nope, I'm not an outdoor kinda girl."
"What's the point of living somewhere with snow if you aren't gonna ski?"
This is pretty much how most of the conversation went. Luckily at this stage a guy sat next to him and diverted the conversation. Trucker was lost and young guy was able to say where we were. At this point I was desperately wishing that the tram would either move faster or I was just gonna get off anyway. I took the opportunity to say adios and stood next to the door.
It's still hard to get used to how friendly they are here. I'm from the concrete jungle where you don't talk to people. Sheesh. All I wanted to do is sleep. Dang I sound bitchy.
