The Trolley Problem
The problem was with the trolleys. They arrived on time and Gary almost never did. This left him with the bus and its more fashionably unpredictable schedule. As anticipated, Gary missed the trolley on the way to his date with Ingrid. He caught the bus a blessed four minutes later, still putting him about thirty minutes late to the ballet. The attendants wouldn’t let him inside on account of the disruption, so Gary drank at the bar until intermission. Woefully, he couldn’t find Ingrid at intermission either and thus spent Acts II and III at the bar as well. When Gary finally caught up to Ingrid, she was not amused and reluctant to give him the ride home that he required.
“Worry not, my dear!” professed Gary from the back seat. He ducked his head back inside the car window after his most recent bout of nausea. “It’s all sorted on the old time machine. First order of business is to go back and catch that damned trolley,” he slurred reassuringly.
