Two rotund throat-clearing, hack-coughing guys alight from the bus from different doors, and for about half a beat, they wobble in place, face to face, before one of them lurches around so he can lumber down Broadway in the same direction as his near-doppelganger.
Moments later, two scrawny-like-Rick-Ocasek guys ostrich-run for a different bus that, fortunately for them, has just been detained by a red light. These two stand face to face, panting, before boarding.
Later today I expect a pair of very medium-size blokes to congregate in a fashion that involves a bus. And then the world can implode.