I was listening to my aunt telling my mom about her trip to visit with her. In those days we had trams running in the middle of the street in sunken rails. Our tram was # 16, it was bright yellow and it was rattling its way from our suburb to the center of Copenhagen.
And stuck in one of the sunken rails, my aunt was explaining, was a female, desperately trying to get the heel of her shoe out of the rail without---and that was the point--taking the shoe off. When she finally admitted defeat and took the shoe off, the reason became clear. She had a hole in her stockings.
My aunt related this accident as a cautionary tale.
Never, ever get stuck in a rail if you have holes in your stockings. Ever.
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I remenber at tale from my father. He was riding a motorcycle with a sidecar. He decided to take a shortcut (at Vibehus rundel)and met the tramb, then he fliped the sidecar up in the air and made a black mark down the side og the tramb. After this day, he then skipped the shortcut, and got his heart back in normal beat. Who was the aunt? I gues it was Else, she had a very amusing way to tell stories.I loved her very much, she was special, in her humor and in her living. Once dropped by her once of a lifetime lover, and then no one else. that's the way of Elses life.
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