At the front of the street-car.  A young woman, who I later will be informed has both red hair and red shoes.  A sketchy looking middle aged man.  The fat man says to the woman, and I quote, (ahem)

“Your hair is as red as your shoes.”

At which point the young woman immediately makes hay to the back of the street-car, with about the expression of contempt on her face as you would imagine her to have. 

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