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.