The Tram Sandwich
The Tram Sandwich I don’t often travel on a tram in Melbourne but on this day I was headed to St Kilda and decided to catch the 89. As it clattered its way toward my stop, I was feeling almost dizzy, overwhelmed by the exotic sights and sounds of Melbourne, the multicultural colours and sounds of the people in their array of international attire surrounding me at every turn. I climbed on board and quickly decided upon a seat near the front. Sitting down pensively I exchanged glances with the young couple sitting opposite. They seemed to be looking into me, wondering. I gave them a tiny smile before glancing down at my travelling companion, sitting on the seat beside me. ‘I wonder where he is going’ I stated out loud to the couple, tilting my head toward the companion on my right. They both burst into a rage of laughter, because, sitting squarely and neatly beside me on the seat was a perfectly wrapped sandwich, cut into quarters. ‘Do you think we should share it?’ I asked and again they laughed out loud, twisted together in a fit of laughter. ‘Perhaps it’s some new form of Uber Eats’ I offered and again they fell into hysterics. Somehow, that sandwich just sat there, without moving one bit, looking quite as though it had a purpose of being on that tram. If ever a sandwich had attitude, this was the one. If the tram had filled with passengers, I would have dared anyone to try to sit in its place, or on it for that matter.