train

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!"