Electrische Museumtramlijn

The tram line at the Electric Tram Line Museum begins at Harlemmermeerstation, so that’s where we went Sunday morning—the only day the museum is open. With every intention to ride a antique tram, we found our way to the museum. After a few pertinent questions, we were set for our 11:30 a.m. ride to somewhere past Amstelveen where I work. Cool; right? Uhhh, not so fast.

After about twenty-five minutes of waiting around and several questions to the various men in uniform, it was kinda, sorta clear that we would ride the “5” to the end of the line and return one and one-half hours later. At about 11:20 Gwaz found the necessary room and at about 11:28 she told me where to look. When I came back the tram was loaded, so I got on. One problem, Gwaz wasn’t on there. I stepped off. I called her name and somewhere in the distance I heard, “Yeah?”

“Come on,” I yelled; and she did. Now, if Gwaz heard me, so did the conductor. I say, so did the conductor. As Gwaz approached on the run, the car eased into motion. I say, the car eased into motion. That’s how they roll; no pun intended.

I know and he knows that he knew Gwaz was running to get on. I know and he knows that he could have waited ten seconds. Ten seconds; but…no. And…we weren’t alone. Several people, including a family with a baby strolled missed the tram because no indication was made that it was leaving. No part of me wanted to stay the extra half hour to get the next car. No part of me wanted to give our money to them. Hey, they aine the only ones who roll…

Who knew they'd leave without us?

Who knows? Maybe next time.