Overheard by everyone anywhere near the obviously crazy woman standing next to transfer machine at Wellesley station on a rainy afternoon.
Crazy: (screaming to no one in particular) If you don't like me, then you can marry Dan Aykroyd!
Yes we can, lady. Yes we can.
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Elsewhere in the Ist-a-Verse
Are you sure the emphasis wasn't "If you don't like me, then YOU can marry Dan Aykroyd!" Maybe life for Mrs. Aykroyd isn't as great as everyone might assume?