Millcreek always seems to have the most interesting assortment of people, unlike Meadowbrook, which, while less than a mile to the south, only ever seems to contain people who look down at their feet and really wish the 39 would come. (Notable exception here)
For example, on the same day when I rode the bus where old people don't sit by each other, I found myself in need of the 33. As I was walking from the TRAX platform at Milcreek onto the bus platform, I heard a woman behind me start speaking in a projecting voice.
(you've done remarkably well, considering)
(tell me more)
It sounded like she was talking on the phone with someone, or at least talking to someone, but I saw no evidence of either corporeal or digital conversation partners. On the other hand, I did observe that her makeup was pale, almost white, with heavy eyeliner, which did give her sort of a reptilian air. I guess you just never know.