AUTHOR'S NOTE: Given the virtual death of high school Latin in the United States, most readers will find the following story utterly pointless. If you're one of the few who get it, you're probably at least as old as I am.
Recently that notable local dignitary Commissioner Pilaster T. Spurtclabber stopped by the place. With him was his sister, Mrs. Gloria Monday Spurtclabber Phrangle, who had come from California for a visit. It seems Mrs. Phrangle volunteers at a transportation museum, and she told us that in the early twentieth century southern California's network of interurban trolleys and city streetcars made up the world's largest transit system. But with the increasing use of the automobile, she said, the transit system went into decline and fell on hard times.
At this point, Mrs. Phrangle excused herself to go to the powder room. When she returned, she said, "Oh dear me, I'm becoming so forgetful. What were we talking about?"
To which Commissioner replied, "Why, sick transit, Gloria Monday."