On the Bus: Love Connection

On the way to work yesterday, I was on the 92 bus, and it was standing room only.
(Note: Conversation is paraphrased but true to the original content.)

As we neared my stop, a woman was talking to the driver and asked him for his number.
Driver: I have a new phone, and I don't remember the number.
Random passenger: Oh! That's a bad excuse!
Woman: Yea.
Driver (loud enough that I can hear every word at my seat in the middle of the bus): You're a fine sister. If I met you on the street I'd definitely be interested. I just don't want to declare it to the whole bus.


(Uh ... too late!)