We didn't see the first tram for about a half hour. Seven-stringer. You know how you know that in the parking lot, Chief? You can tell by looking from the tractor to the RT. What we didn't know was we'd been shoppin' on Main Street so late, no tram had been sent!
Very first light, Chief, trams come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo, and the idea was the tram comes to the nearest guest, that guest he starts wavin' and hollerin' and sometimes that tram he picks you up... sometimes he doesn't pick you up. Sometimes that tram drives right past you, and then... ah, and then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'.