The amount of time it took for me to realize that the cobrador isn't shouting allez! to the bus driver as a signal to go.
Da le. Da le. Oh, the world suddenly makes so much more sense.
...Somewhere, I will always be that kid writing the French days of the week on their Spanish quiz, happily oblivious to the fact that it doesn't look quite right.
(New Year's Resolution: Rehabilitate this blog. Perhaps... two posts every six months?)