Things You Don't See Every Day

A fay, middle-aged gentleman with a pot belly and thick glasses, in a moss green cashmere jumper and taupe trousers, with a sharp crease ironed down both legs, suddenly emerged in the middle of the crowd of the sea of black on the tram – brief cases, faces staring down at their phones – with the most delicate plastic bottle of white skim milk with a bright pink label he was holding as though it was the most precious thing, looking confused, then, leading with a hand bent at the wrist, he tottered off to the back of the tram with a look on his face reminiscent of old Aunt Genevieve days before she was put away safely in a home for the bewildered due to brain degradation.