“I hate buses. Trains I can handle — and trams — but there’s something depressing about buses. Happy people are rare on buses because it’s the lowest of the low. If you’re riding a bus, someone shat in your potatoes, Mate. You’re right down there. Not one smile. Not one look to say, I’m a human. You’re a human. Let’s breathe the same rancid air for forty-four minutes.”