Via Bonestown
I can't tell if the woman sitting behind them is about to cry or burst out laughing.
I mean, in most circumstances. And in ALL circumstances involving being on a tightly-packed vehicle with dozens of strangers.
Wait, no, that doesn't make sense. OH GOD WHAT AM I LOOKING AT.
"So, you're saying if I rub her belly I'll get three bus-related wishes?"
"Oh how I wish these iron horses would hurry up, I'll be missing polo in a minute!"