I rode along for a spell, admirin' as much of the scenery as I could see between the women's hats, then I told the skipper of the thing that I wanted to make port at 82nd Street.

He said 'Ugh,' apparently suff'rin' from the same complaint the dog woman had, and we went on and on.

At last I got kind of anxious and asked him again.
"'Eighty-second!' says he, ugly.

'This is Ninety-first.' "'Good land!' says I.'I wanted Eighty-second.' "'Why didn't you say so ?' says he, lookin' as if I'd stole his mother's spoons.
"'I did,' says I.
"'You _did_ ?' he snarls.

'You did not! If you did, wouldn't I have heard you ?' "Well, any answer I'd be likely to make to that would have meant more argument, and the bus was sailin' right along at the time, so I piled out and did some more walkin', the other way.