I've only just remembered this as I was flicking through the threads, but when I was about 3 my late grandad and I were walking around Chester when he asked me if I wanted to go and look through the depot doors (not enter, just peak through and see what was happening). We walked along Picktree Lane, and got to the middle door (the one where the buses exit) when a managerial figure (he was probably nothing of the sort, just appeared to like to think he was) asked us what we were doing. My grandad explained to him that we were just watching the buses, and the guy said 'Oh no your not, now F*** off!'.