61A, Outbound, Forbes & Murray, Squirrel Hill, Evening Rush Hour.
It is crowded and hot, the usual huge line of people is waiting to get off at the stop, and a short young woman who was wedged next to three sweaty guys’ armpits has a chance to sit down:

Young Woman: Whoo! Smells like Bigfoot dick.

— Overheard by Jackie (Random Bus Rider)