Way outta tune

We must have looked pretty funny to the people at the tram stop. It was 7:30 am, we were making our way back from the Royal Melbourne Hospital down Flemington Road. Some DJ had cued up So Beautiful by Pete Murray so my partner had the radio cranked up and we were both sinking back in our chairs, singing loudly and waiting for the lights to change. We were a couple of spent humans heading home with our eyes hanging out while the sardines on the tram headed the other way. All shoulder to shoulder with their iPods keeping them from any inadvertent human interaction. Each one just starting their day and heading into town for another round of cubicle warfare in the office. I figured with the volume right up, we wouldn't even hear if the dispatcher tried to give us another job. We'd done 15 hours already and I was too tired to care.