"Truckin'...into Tram 15"

So there I was gazing out the large picture window on Zurich's Tram Number 15—taking in the view of the Limmat River, nodding to the tunes on my iPod and drifting into a blissful daydream state, when all of a sudden...screeeeech. Wham. Bam...

Blood goes flying everywhere, a man's head flies into my lap, everyone's screaming and a woman cries out, "Where's my left leg?" Terrorists swarm the tram and open fire with fully-automatic, machine guns. I grab the man's head from my lap and dive under the seat and start "playing dead." As one of the terrorists walks by he gives me a good kick to check if I'm alive, so I roll the head out from under the seat. He stops, laughs and keeps walking. (Oh sorry, I slipped into "24" mode again.)

O.k. back to reality. Here's what I did see. A large delivery truck somehow got attached to the side of the tram I was riding. (He tried to make a left turn and missed seeing the tram before he did so.) There was glass all over the seat a few rows in front of me from a busted window. Fortunately, we were going really slow but fast enough to get the slow-motion feeling you get when you're in an accident. It was very strange. Thankfully, everyone was o.k., albeit a little confused.

Sorry, I didn't have the camera with me. It would have yielded some interesting photos.