The number four streetcar rolled away just as I reached the stop, so I missed it, but I was lucky because another number four rolled right behind it. It was odd, I admit, but I quite enjoyed the ride. Other than me, there were three people on board, as a child observed. It was more or less like that all the way because everybody got on board the first number four and only stragglers got on board this one.
I noticed the driver really took his time and he even stopped among the trees for a minute, even though there were no traffic lights in view. I approached him then.
“You know, it’s very crafty of you,” I said
“You mean that in a good way?”
“Of course,” and we fist-bumped.