You heard! Farking tram takes an hour to get from Hawthorn to Richmond when I could ride it in 10min, only to find out the store I want to go to is shutdown. (A small but noteworthy “GRRRR!!!” to Pervert clothing for not updating their website) 2.5 hours and I’ve got nothing to show for it instead of 45min and a nice pair of jeans.. f’ing PT!

Lesson Learned: Take a bike EVERYWHERE!

Addendum: So it’s 11:15pm and I’m heading into the city for some fun. The train moves 20m away from Box Hill’s platform and jerks to a halt.

“Sorry folks, I’m stopping the train. It appears a woman is trying to commit suicide. I’ve notified the police, but we’ll have to wait here until she is taken away and the track deemed safe to proceed.”

So we wait for about 10min. I’m feeling sorry for the driver, he sounded quite shaken. Totally understandable too the poor bastard.

As we move off, I notice a flashlight beside my window. Looking closer I can see two cops escorting a woman along beside the train.

“Fsck!”

The woman tries to dive under the train!

A few of us were watching and I think we all gasped when we saw her try to find death right in front of us. I’m going out to a party and she’s trying to kill herself – all I could do was shake my head and wonder “what the hell?”. I mean, I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about this sort of thing. I don’t know the woman but I feel sorry for whatever situation she’s in that would cause her to try this. Makes my earlier anger seem pretty petty doesnt’ it?