When I was riding BART under San Francisco last weekend, the train operator sounded exactly like
heruraha. Not just "that reminds me of him", but "why is he moonlighting as a BART driver?" It was eerie. The voice on the PA even conveyed that slight sardonic edge in
heruraha's usual tone. I would hear "Powell Street station", and the inflection would somehow convey the unspoken comment "...like anybody would want to go there."