There is a woman who rides the 105 who bears a striking resemblance to my friend's mother, Loretta. She, however, is most certainly not Loretta. She doesn't really have the same sense of style. The Real Loretta(TM) makes most of her own clothes. This Impostor Loretta definitely doesn't have the accent. Remember when when you were a kid and your goldfish died but your parents didn't want to tell you so they replaced the goldfish in the hopes that you wouldn't know but you did. It's like that. It's just not the same. Now this woman does have some redeeming qualities. She got Babushko talking. He was remarkably sane. I am solidifying my theory that he's perhaps had a stroke. He was giving her the Easter low down on St Patrick's Cathedral.
She also got Alfonso Ribeiro talking too. Think Tone-Loc with a lisp. I couldn't make this stuff up.