I am actually too short to fucking straphang, ok?

Is what I should have said to the glowering old gentleman this evening who I accidentally bumped when the tram came to a sudden halt. G forces are difficult to deal with when you are my height as well as clumsy. (I just smiled apologetically). Nonwithstanding that, summer may have arrived. Left work at 5, and the warm evening was full of wrap around sunnies and shirt sleeves striding along the warm pavements, and chatter and fake tanned legs spilling out of bars. Also the pizza place on the corner sells rather good gelato tubs for $6. I must remember that.