At work, talking to The Queen on the phone:
Me: How are you getting downtown?
The Queen: I dunno, drive, probably. Maybe take the bus. Do you know which bus goes there.
M: The 37. It leaves that Park & Ride near our house and stops downtown on 4th.
Q: Ugh -- I'll drive. I've taken the 37 before, and it's always full of hyperactive high school kids. I don't really want to be surrounded by a bunch of teenage boys who don't know how to handle themselves.
M: Yeah, kids today have forgotten all the essential skills. Why, when I was a teenage boy I handled myself all the time.
M: Okay, well, now I kinda wish I hadn't said that out loud at the office.