Sometimes Scrooges don't know when to leave the counting house I fear.
Since Prague is such a walkable city we
had become accustomed to getting around town either on foot (mostly)
or using the trams and the metro for a very reasonable monthly pass
fee. Of course that was before I broke my leg. Old habits die hard,
however, and unrealistic expectations about the rapidity of recovery
from a broken leg cloud your judgement I reckon.
techie explaining the mysteries of a smart phone |
Rudofinum auditorium |
Sonia Prina singing an encore |
We had planned to take a taxi back to
our apartment, but there was only one unmetered taxi which tend to
cost two to three times as much as a metered one. I felt confident
enough to try a tram, so we walked to the tram stop. There were no
handicapped trams listed on the board and I was too impatient to wait
for the next one so I stupidly decided to climb the three steps on an
older car. Halfway up, the door that I was holding on to started to
close and I lost my step and balance but managed to grab onto a pole
for support, when a couple of very kind and concerned gentlemen
helped me get back on my feet and to a seat, but I was rather shaken
and still had to alight from the tram on the same high steps at our
destination stop. I stood with with some trepidation and moved over
to the door when the tram stopped. One of the same gentlemen, clearly
concerned, helped me down the steps. People can still be good
Samaritans it seems, although, if you go by the latest crop of
Hollywood flicks since 911, the whole messed up world is in revenge
mode. I guess it brings in big box office.
2 comments:
YOU are a 'legend in your own mind'. CUT IT OUT
-R
Why, whatever do you mean? I may be an "idiot in my own time" but 'legend in my own mind'? More'n likely 'out of my mind' I think. Capisce?
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