So, I’m in college 50 years ago, and being without a vehicle, I hitchhike or take the bus. Having a little extra in my pocket, and the weather being terrible, I’m in the Greyhound station waiting on my bus. I strike up a conversation with a woman only a couple of years older than me. When they call to board, she holds me back, tells me that if they oversold the trip, and the first bus fills up, they’ll have to bring up another bus. Sure enough, they do. Five of us have the bus to ourselves until the next stop.
