A much shorter anecdote here.

I was walking around the (admittedly rather dull and residential) part of Moscow that I call home one night with my flatmate. It was pretty late, about midnight.

Now, you might not know but Russia is full of little roadside kiosks that sell all sorts of stuff pretty cheaply, from fried chicken to knick-knacks, but more often than not the kiosks just sell alcohol.

Well, we had just passed one of these little kiosks when a great big articulated city bus pulled up beside us. We were surprised to even see a bus so late. We were even more surprised to see the driver jump out and buy a bottle of beer from the kiosk!

He then jumped back into his bus, and drove off, beer in hand!

It makes you proud to use public transport.