It's the glue that makes all this flow

 

I’m thinking that the reason glue doesn’t stick to the inside of the container is the same reason you can’t see the inside walls of binoculars.

You can’t really expect a boxer to lace up his own gloves, for the same reason a train conductor doesn’t wear boxing gloves to punch your ticket.

A train conductor stands confidently beside a vintage steam locomotive, the kind with a large smokestack and iron-rimmed wheels. The train is gleaming with brass accents and a bold number plate on the front. The conductor is dressed in a traditional navy-blue uniform, complete with brass buttons, a gold pocket watch chain, and a conductor's cap tilted just slightly to one side.

What makes the scene surreal and humorous are the bright red boxing gloves on both of the conductor's hands. The gloves are oversized and shiny, clearly out of place on someone whose job usually involves signaling and checking tickets. One glove is raised like he’s ready to throw a punch, while the other rests on his hip in a confident, almost theatrical pose.

The background shows an old-fashioned train station with a wooden platform, vintage signage (“Next Train: 10:45”), and an iron bench with curled ends. A few curious onlookers in period clothing—hats, dresses, suspenders—peek around the corner, clearly amused or puzzled by the boxing-gloved conductor.

Overhead, the sky is a clear blue with a few wispy clouds, and the warm sunlight casts long shadows, highlighting the polished metal of the locomotive and the leather sheen of the boxing gloves.

There’s a sense of playful absurdity in the whole scene, as if someone challenged the conductor to a match right before departure—or perhaps it’s just how he handles unruly passengers.  Whose to say?