If you do not get out of their way, and you still happen to be alive when picked up, then on your recovery you are fined for having been in their way.

This teaches you to be wary of them.
One afternoon Harris took a "bummel" by himself.

In the evening, as we sat listening to the band at the Belvedere, Harris said, _a propos_ of nothing in particular, "These Germans have no sense of humour." "What makes you think that ?" I asked.
"Why, this afternoon," he answered, "I jumped on one of those electric tramcars.

I wanted to see the town, so I stood outside on the little platform--what do you call it ?" "The Stehplatz," I suggested.
"That's it," said Harris.

"Well, you know the way they shake you about, and how you have to look out for the corners, and mind yourself when they stop and when they start ?" I nodded.
"There were about half a dozen of us standing there," he continued, "and, of course, I am not experienced.