Oh #5 bus, how I love you. Every morning you open your doors wide and allow me to enter your warm, and occasionally smelly interior. I glide past all the other lovers you have and find that one special spot, the one you love for me to sit in. I close my eyes and melt into your shuddering stops and starts as we travel down McAllister St. You love it when I pull on your cable and smile at your exquisite bell rings. Oh, I will exit through the rear door, you don't have to ask me twice baby.