Packed 61C, Squirrel Hill.
A dozen people have just shoved themselves into the last available spaces, and the bus pulls away from the curb. A middle-aged lady arrives at the bus stop late and tries to get the driver’s attention:

Passenger: Hold it, driver!… HOLD IT, DRIVER!
Driver: [dryly] Where’s she gonna sit, on my lap?

[The bus drives on.]

— Overheard by Zyzzy