Speed 3 -or- The Day I Saved A Bus From A Frog

My absolutely completely fanasmagorical dream is to be a superhero. But there are daily heroisms that I like to practice. For example:

I was riding the M9 bus to the L form work. I'm sitting there listening to the iPod, when suddenly the bus comes to a screeching halt by a park in Chinatown. The bus door was opened, and the bus driver jumped out of his seat and ran to the back of the bus. My first thought is "Oh, there's someone with a gun at the door. Just how I always thought I'd go...on a bus in Chinatown." I take my headphones off to hear the bus driver spewing a garbled string of words which I made out to say "On...brakes...frog...AH!" Naturally, as most New Yorkers are, no one got up.
This looks like a job for Jake, boy wonder!
As I leap to action, I make my way to the front of the bus. As I near the point of action, I see what looks like a leaf on the brakes. I laughed (heartily) and said "Is this it?" and with disdain he told me "I KNOW what a frog looks like. Look under the brake lever!" As he points to it, I reach down to pull it up. Suddenly, the BIGGEST frog I've EVER seen in my whole entire life. I take it into my hand, and look it straight in the eyes, thinking "Boy, I sure feel like I've kissed a lot of you in my time in NYC, and still, no princes."
I set the frog down in the park, and went back to my mild mannered iPod listening of Macy Gray's "I Try" as the bus sped me away from the greatest frog I've ever seen...
Before it left my peripheral vision, though, I saw a rather shabby looking Chinese man walk up to where I put the frog. In a state of horror and disgust, I watched the China-man shift his eyes about, pick up the frog, and put it in a plastic sack and shuffle off.

From that moment, I vowed to never let a China-man steal away the ones I love.
Cause that happens so often.
Really.