Of Scenery

1: As I stepped off the tram, I spotted something blue nestled in the traffic barrier. A monster can, shoved into the nook between metal boxes like a sapling into soil.
2: He wore glasses, and strings of brown hair floated around his face. I pretended not to be trying to copy from his statement of authorship; I couldn't remember my subject code.
3: That moment of dread when you realize you have less money than you thought. The clerk looks at you blankly, and asks, "want to try again?", and even though you both know that it won't do any good, you say yes. Any way out of that silence, any way to stall and come up with a next move.
4: The same line, every time; you go under a pseudonym, so someone addresses you by your real name, and then says, "or is it...[PSEUDONYM]??" Then they look at you like you're supposed to laugh.
5: An entire shelf of ice in the fridge -
a perfect square, covering the top side from left to halfway, and the top down to 1/3. They could have moved everything to the coolroom and turned the fridge off. They chose to chip away at it with a mallet to try to save the receipt embedded an inch in.
6: An old couple and a friend spent the tram ride debating about politics and sport; how one of them didn't know what a kid meant by "barack", at first; "if only they spent as much time talking about politics and issues as they did about sports and home renovations!" I wished I'd joined the conversation.
7: Most of the shampoos and conditioners are paired next to each other. Just occasionally you'll find one three shelves down from its mate, as though consigned to the doghouse.
8: There is a man with curly hair and two very small daughters who trolleys behind him - or sometimes carries on his shoulder - a small dog with pink, dyed fur. Usually it stares around anxiously. This time it barked at me twice; two hiccups ten seconds apart.
9: The clock-on machine always rejects my finger at least once. Nobody else has issues.
10: We found that a 6-3 is about even with the 7-4.