So back in my high school days, during one of those lazy periods between classes, myself and several other classmates sat along the corridor in front of our empty classroom chatting about everything and nothing. The topics changed from one to the next in rapid fire succession, with no end in sight to the myriad of out-of-classroom topics before the next bell. Then quite suddenly and out of the blue, one girl says she once saw a Rivah Mumma by the historic Cast Iron Bridge in Spanish Town.
The response was as you can imagine: Really now? with raised eyebrows for special effect!