(For those of you unfamiliar with the topography of Salt Lake Central, there is a TRAX platform with tracks on both sides, but if a train pulls in on the west track, you can board it from both sides, so most people don't bother walking all the way onto the platform proper.)
The TRAX train pulled in, and I got on. It quickly became apparent that the mass of happily conversing people had no intention of getting on. I suppose they were expecting a train to pull in on the east side.
I opened the door, leaned out, and said to the closest row of people on the platform:
I was met with several deer-in-the-headlights looks of utter linguistic incompatibility. So I took a deep breath and bellowed:
At which they all moved as one onto the train, saying things like "Haha, we would have just let it go by! That's so silly!"
In Spanish, of course.