67H Inbound, near Mercy Hospital, the Bluff.
A short and round Old Lady in a knit cap is talking to herself loudly as she leaves the bus:

Old Lady: [in a strange, high-pitched voice] My legs- my legs- my legs- my legs- I won’t- I won’t- I won’t- I won’t-
Old Lady: [stops, puts an arm around the waist of a much taller Young Man by the door and smiles up at him.]
Old Lady: Kiss me! I love you!”
Young Man: [says and does nothing, trying with difficulty not to laugh. Old Lady, unphased, gets off the bus. Doors close.]
Bus Driver: [deadpan, breaking strained silence] I should’ve been a pilot.

— Overheard by Wendy D.