Saturday morning I was on a bus that travels down The MAGNIFICENT MILE, which means on Saturday morning tourists, and their crap. And hilarious antics, that went like this:
"HO MY GAWD!!!!! MICHAEL JORDAN STEAKHOUSE!!!!!"
"LOOK HONEY!!! IF YOU PUSH THE STOP BUTTON A BELL DINGS!!!" Good job ding-a-ling. Please stop pushing the damn button because the driver is stopping just for your ass.
Or my personal favorite..."Oh look Wacker and Wabash. We can get off there to go to the Art Institute!" Well...I guess you could, and walk about seven blocks. Or you could follow the directions in that giant book you smacked some poor lady's head with and wait two more stops and walk two blocks...but whatever.