SOLDIER BOY! OHHHHHH!

I am on the tram a lot, going from one side of Geneva to the next and there is always one thing that I can count on. Will the tram be on time? hopefully. Will I get a seat? wait and see. Will there be a couple sitting near me kissing and cunoodling through out the entire duration of my trip? ABSOLUTELY! Honestly! This never, EVER fails! One way or another, I seemed to be smushed, next to, in front of or behind, a male and female who feel it their responsibility as human beings to shower the rest of the world (me in particular) with the love they feel for each other. Last night was not exception. The couple got on the tram, they kissed, I glared, the old, familiar routine.

Sometimes, if I am lucky, there will be a musician on board. I say this with a great deal of sarcasm, as no genevan (?) musician has ever struck a chord with me. Last night, again, on the tram stood a man smack in the middle of everyone. He had a little piano strapped to his waist and a violin in hand. I knew we were all in for trouble when he pressed the "play" button and out came a sound like a circus performance on acid. His violin squeeked and he danced. The boy behind me who looked perfectly normal at the beginning of the trip had turned a shade of green and now had a wad of tissue up his noes. The music had most likely given the kid a noes bleed. I would have been right there with him had it not been for my stop!

Now on the next train, I walked down the isles looking for an empty seat. I finally found one. An empty seat was waiting patiently for me, straight across from a Swiss Army boy. At first I was excited, some of those boys are cute. I want to fold them up and put them in my pocket, like little Swiss Army Knives. However, after a few months here, I have decided that Swiss Army boys aren't that cool. Cute- maybe. But that isn't the adjective you want describing your national army. And they aren't really that intimidating. Have you ever heard of the Swiss invading anywhere? No! When it comes time to train, I am guessing that they have REALLY INTENSE chocolate eating competitions! Yeah! Yeah, that is what they do!

I was entertaining myself by thinking about the silly things Swiss Army boys probably do to PREPARE FOR BATTLE (bean bag tosses, gunny sack races, etc.) In the midst of thought, I dropped my cellphone. I immediately got down on all fours to try and collect it. AH-HA! I found it, and in my childish excitement forgot about the little table above my head. I went to stand up and was immediately hit back down to the ground. I burst out laughing and tried a second time. It was a success! The Swiss Army boy- he did nothing. He just stared at me, I mean, at least do something! A US Marine would have at least laughed.