Imagine a dead quiet bus load of people, bodies being yanked by gravity with every jerk of the driver’s lack of skills. The beginnings of this song float over their heads from the radio, whose volume increases steadily. Then one man starts tapping his shoe to the one drop, nodding with his eyes closed, gripping the handrail above him. Another man picks up the tune, whistling the 🎷s. A woman, two, three, echo “No, no, no” – a derision.