A short, yellow bus is approaching, swerving in and out of traffic, horns blearing and headlights flashing. A man with pronounced sideburns is behind the wheel, shouting at people and waving his arms. As it comes to a screeching halt in front of you, you can hear the song 'The Minstrel Boy' being played on the stereo.
A young, Japanese couple walks up next to you, and stops in front of the bus. The woman looks around, confused. She holds her arms out and whispers, "This looks just like Yokohama!"
- "Yokohama?" Her companion looks confused.
- "Hai! If you took away sixty percent of the buildings in Yokohama, it'd look just like this."
You are just about to ask them what they are talking about, when a crowd starts emerging from the bus. A fat white man in a wifebeater shirt, with a bottle of bourbon in one hand, and a gun in the other -- staggers out of the bus, but stumbles on the last step and falls tits over arse onto the sidewalk. His gun goes off.
No one reacts to it, except the Japanese couple.
- "Was that a gun?"
- "Probably. This is America."
The driver scrambles out of the bus, jumps on top of the drunk, and starts wrestling the gun away from him "Give it! Give it! Yo fookin' wanker! Yo'll kill someone, ya will!" Eventually, he gets the gun away from him, and throws it into the shrubberies.
The woman next to you starts jumping up and down, while pointing at the bus driver, while screaming at her boyfriend in Japanese. You can't make out anything she's saying, except "Errevis! Errevis!" and her boyfriend's "Eeee-aah! Charie Parkaru!"
The bus driver notices them, and sighs. "Stop calling me Elvis, okay? I'm not him."