It was evening time as the elderly lady approached the bus stop and sat down on the bench.
Next to her sat a middle aged man that most people here would call an old hippie.
Trying not to seem rude by ignoring him, she decided to strike up a conversation with him. She asked him, “Do the cross town buses run all night long?”
He looked at her for a moment, as a smile crept across his face and replied, “DO DAH, DO DAH!”