Riga, the day of the New Wave disco. The hour of night. The tram has no number in front, completely empty (as if he was going to the depot), sat in it and decided to ask the driver.

Traffic in the Depot?
No, the usual route.
I: You just don’t have a number in front.
Driver: Why is it not? can not be.
I: So... no...
Who of us is drunk, you or I?! to

He stops, opens the door, runs out of the tram.

The driver is really not!!! to

It was scary to go after that.