Guy next to me on the tram who didn’t like my coffee spilling on his leg…

Maybe you shouldn’t lean so far forward when reading along with the woman in front of us that your bag squeezes out of your grasp and pokes my arm.

Just download 50 Shades Darker onto the little Nook in your lap.

What? You weren’t looking over her shoulder and reading along for the past twenty minutes?

Where were your eyes?

Woman in front of us: “Yeah, where were you eyes!?”

His eyes were anywhere else for the next few minutes until the tram stopped and the woman got up. She tossed the book at him and exited.

Sorry for the second coffee spill on your leg. It’s a paperback. Don’t flinch into my coffee.

Thanks for leaving me 50 Shades Darker.

I thought I’d read a few pages.

Man who sits next to me: “Must be really good. Your pants are wet.”