It was slightly amusing today on the bus, listening to the passengers bitching about how the 22X hadn't stopped for them. Then later on the journey, more people got on and complained that the 22X hadn't stopped for them either. (We were on the perfectly vanilla No. 22.)
No-one had seemed to grasp the connection between the "X" and the Express part of the story and what being an express actually entails. i.e. not stopping at the in-between bits.
But it was pouring with rain, so no wonder they were upset.
Lucky I had a hat.