Sitting on the cable car, Powell-Mason line, around noon today, we reached Jackson where they go up to Mason, and the brakeman, for some reason, wasn’t trusting the cable car light. So the conductor yells, from the back,
“Get one of these tourists to go up there and check for us!” We all laugh, but he starts explaining what he wants, and even is like “Look at me! I’m talking to you!” He finally gives up on us and jumps off the car himself, to stand at the intersection and check for oncoming traffic.