I think it was the 61f that I was on just now. There I encountered this elegant woman in a royal, white, hairy sweater jacket carrying a scepter in the crook of her arm. The passengers rightfully relinquished the coveted front seats.
At first I thought the scepter was a ruby encrusted silver cane, but I think it was actually an umbrella.
I'm so glad I got up the courage to take a picture. I don't have a camera phone so when I'm capturing essences without permission I can't be very covert. Against my specific instructions the flash went off, but her majesty was unphased. She's probably accustomed to paparazzi.
I'm starting to get all nostalgic because I'm leaving Pittsburgh in a month and may never live here again. I'm going to State College for lord knows how long and perhaps it's the Port Authority that I'll miss most of all. Literally. Tearing up thinking about it.