I caught the bus out of that depot many years ago to get to and from college. It was an old art deco sort of relic even in the sixties. Dirty, down at the heel, with derelicts hanging around the cafeteria which served absolutely rubber jello. It is poetic that its new clientele will fit so well with the old regulars.
Yeah, but with all the queers coming in, did you have to mention "rubber" and "jello" in the same sentence?
The new clientele was there when you went there way back in the sixties. They were hanging around the toilets watching you pee. Maybe you just didnt notice them ,Fruits always hang around bus stations looking for a young kid to pervert.