When Bryan and I rode home on the WashU shuttle the other day we were treated to a performance by a cantankerous old man. From the moment he stepped on the bus, he started rambling a la Grandpa Simpson. His diatribe went something like this:

"Is this the Gold Line? Not the Greenhorn Line I hope, I get on that one and it takes me all the way out yonder to Belleville, Illinois. I need to get off at the electric train stop with the 'lectric trains and the steam turbine buses. Metrolink. They don't call it the Metrolink anymore. Nossir. They call it the Big M. Big M. 'Lectric trains..."

He went on like this for the entire trip until, blissfully, we arrived at the Metrolink shuttle stop and he exited the bus.