Tram trip out.

The other day I saw a woman eat a block of feta on the tram. She opened the wrapper like it was a snickers and bit into it with no more trepidation than one would when eating an eskimo pie - that is to say with only a slight concern for losing tasty morsels at each bite. I had to get off before she finished, but I will always believe that she ate that whole block. Sometimes, on the number 78, dinner can be a long way off.