By Carl Larsen

LONDON — My wife just didn't understand, as we waited at a bus stop outside London's Charing Cross train station.

"No, not this one," I said tugging on her sleeve as she moved to board a boxy, new red double decker bus.

"But you said it's the No. 15," she reminded me, pointing to the number on the front.

"Yes," I replied, "but not just any No. 15. We have to wait for a Routemaster."

And a few minut ...

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