The good Norwegian

On the tram this morning, a Norwegian (I think) left a backpack behind. I saw him leave -- he had been leaning against his backpack in the seat, so it would be hard to forget. Naturally, I assumed it was a bomb, so I sat a few seats back to provide me some cover in case it went off. I considered saying something, but I'd rather be blown up than create a ruckus, so I let it go. Another passenger, though, looked at it, thought for a couple of minutes, looked around, then picked it up and took it to the driver. He probably saved the lives of everyone on the tram.

On another note, desperate for interaction, I took part in a badminton club after work today. There were just 5 people, but it was ok. Badminton's harder than it looks, so I got some needed exercise, at least. Of note is that it took place in a newly constructed high school whose facilities could put many colleges to shame. It's got a huge exercise room, 12 badminton courts, and its own climbing wall.