coffee no. 54

The tram driver was so handsome that I couldn't stop staring at his face. I saw it in the round mirror hanging over his head. All the time I wondered what the hell this young gorgeous man did in that old, dingy vehicle. Was it his dream to become a tram driver? Is he conscious his stunning appearance? What does he think going round the city a dozen or so times a day?...
And when I got off the tram, I start smiling. Why we are so often astonished when we see beautiful people doing boring, ordinary work? A wonderful assistant in the butcher's, a goddess working as a cleaner, a model-like plumber... And why we never open our eyes wider when we meet ugly lawyer, architect, journalist or doctor?...