Ride Public Transport

Vince Bunnyman rides public transport.
Trams are his favourite.
Today however, he’d made the decision to drive.
He decided to go Keys over Metcard.
Sally, Andrew, Amanda and Carlos had decided the same.
More than likely those weren’t their real names, but Vince had named them all accordingly as he sat gridlocked beside, behind and in front of Sally, Andrew, Amanda and Carlos.
To his left Sally sang along to the latest Top 40 hit, most likely something by Pink or the Black Eyed Peas.
To his right Andrew screamed into his iPhone like it was disobedient child.
In front of him Amanda was taking the opportunity to apply her make-up in her rear-view mirror, she was probably just going home to play online poker again though.
Behind him Carlos unbuttoned his shirt and struggled in the confined space to remove it. In doing so he revealed his pudgy flesh beneath before again struggling to cover himself, this time in a large bright yellow t-shirt.
Carlos then took his right index finger to his right nostril and retrieved an obstruction that was obviously hindering his breathing.
Vince decided that his name probably wasn’t Carlos.
He also decided that he would catch the tram again tomorrow.