What not to do on the tram

Hopped onto the 112 on Collins Street on Saturday to the sight of an elderly man sitting up the front with his sandles on the floor and his right foot on his lap. He was happily picking at his bunions. After skillfully ripping sloughs of skin from the soles of his leathery foott, I noticed the man casually tossing the sheets of skin onto the floor of the tram. Pity the poor cleaner who has to sweep the tram down next morning.