John Smith took his collection of disabled umbrellas
to the repairer's. Two days later, on his way to work,
he got up to leave the bus and absentmindedly laid
hold of the umbrella belonging to a woman beside him.

"Stop, thief!" cried the woman, and at once she rescued
her umbrella, and covered him with shame and confusion.

Later that same day, John stopped by the repairer's shop
and received all ten of his umbrellas repaired and working
fine. As he entered the bus, with the umbrella bundle in his
hands, he was horrified to behold the lady of his morning

One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus garage, started his bus,
and drove off along the route. No problems for the first few stops.
A few people got on, a few got off, and things went generally well.
At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet
eight, built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He
glared at the driver and said, "Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down
at the back. Did I mention that the driver was five three, thin,
and basically meek? Naturally, he didn't argue with Big John, but
he wasn't happy about it.

Modern man will stand for anything -- except a woman on the bus.

A young punk gets on the cross town bus and sits down in the only vacant seat, directly across from an old man.

The young punk has spiked, multi-colored, green, purple, and orange hair. His clothing is a tattered mix of leather rags. His legs are bare and he's without shoes. His entire face and body are riddled with pierced jewelry and his earrings are big, bright red, yellow and green feathers.

The old man glares at the young punk for him for the next ten miles, as the bus travels across the city.