Why can't they just slam on the brakes like they did when I was in school.

We were afraid of our bus driver. He was one big mf. If we acted up he would pull over, look up into the mirror above his head and glare at us.

Then we had to ride in an old jail bus for awhile because our regular bus was down. Our driver used to drive with a big grin on his face.

Was Ms. Vaughn on the bus?

Sounds like Sister Mary Elephant has finally lost her shiat.

He told you he was hard core.

Well did the little brats eat the cookies?

I'll cut you, biatch.

"Dumbass" tag was scared shiatless

Threatened 'em over cookies? What a monster!

Sixth graders are pretty much as evil as it gets.

Better to simply nail them into a barrel on general principles. Pop open the barrel's bunghole and use it for air, feeding, elimination and the occasional holiday tasing. Let 'em out when they're 30, no sooner.

/luxury

Crosshair: Why can't they just slam on the brakes like they did when I was in school.
Did the very same thing to us. But, I flew about 10 feet outta my wheelchair. Should've sued.

Emo.

Little brats shouldn't have been eating on the bus. Maybe if their parents disciplined them, random strangers fed up with their shiat wouldn't have to.

Beewwwwwbs!

/Obscure?

Is this considered a bad thing in this country?

Dont leave breadcrumbs on the seats.. problem solved. Jeeze. People are so PC these days.. it's a farking knife people. Get over it.

On a bus full of 6th graders? That's a good way to get shot.

When I was in high school, our bus was the rural bus, went way out in to the middle of nowhere. Whenever some punk acted up, Mr. James would turn the bus around and go back to the school and drop the kid off at the office. No matter how close to home we were. Then sometimes, he'd do the route in reverse, so instead of getting dropped of first, I would be last. And ditto on the slamming on the breaks thing.

/hated Mr. James. The man had boozy yellow eyes. He used to brag about how he used to be a death row guard.

No hero tag?

My bus driver was this freakin' enormous dude named Doug. Had to turn himself sideways and get a little momentum to get through the bus door.

Looking back, I'm pretty sure that 80%+ of the kids he ever saw were BRUTAL to him. That said, it was hysterical to watch him fling himself at the bus door 'cause the engine had eaten a squirrel!

The emo kids were going, "cool!"

I wonder if it really happened this way, some kids do lie you know.

Very likely he was just trying to scare the shiat out of them without ever having any intentions of harming a kid.

My old bus driver was straight out of Soul Train. He had heavily oiled jerry curls and would play music like Bobby Brown's "Messin' Around" and Cameo's "the Word" on a portable player on a volume well high enough to drown out our crap. I think he was high most of the time too.

/bus driver = role model

Private schools, no buses. Suck it.

Pechorin: No hero tag?

beat me to it...

I bet he has the cleanest bus from now on until forever.

My bus driver in the third grade stopped the bus and beat me with a broom in front of everyone because I was misbehaving.

NO COOKIES ON THE BUS!

My bus driver was Ms. Johnson. She took no sh*t. No talking on Mondays, Firdays and alllllll rainy days. Back in the day, here in the south, most bus drivers were poor black women with a grudge against whitey and I swear to God they make the best bus drivers.

Subby has never driven a school bus.

In SC in the 70s, HS students drove the school buses.

JonnyBGoode: The emo kids were going, "cool!"

I was going to point out this doesn't work on emo kids.

Wow. Texas. Really?

Was it Crankshaft?

/obscure?

Gulper Eel: Sixth graders are pretty much as evil as it gets.

Better to simply nail them into a barrel on general principles. Pop open the barrel's bunghole and use it for air, feeding, elimination and the occasional holiday tasing. Let 'em out when they're 30, no sooner.

/luxury

You stole most of that from Mark Twain you plagiarist. Except for the Taser, but Twain would have used that if there'd been electric toys back then.

gadian: When I was in high school, our bus was the rural bus, went way out in to the middle of nowhere. Whenever some punk acted up, Mr. James would turn the bus around and go back to the school and drop the kid off at the office. No matter how close to home we were. Then sometimes, he'd do the route in reverse, so instead of getting dropped of first, I would be last. And ditto on the slamming on the breaks thing.

/hated Mr. James. The man had boozy yellow eyes. He used to brag about how he used to be a death row guard.

"He had yellow eyes...so help me God, yellow eyes!"

My bus driver actually beat me up when I was 10 or so. This was when high school seniors were still allowed to drive the buses before and after school, back before accountability and such (the 80's). Anyway, one day he just decided that he was going to kick my ass, and that was that. I never said anything, but he was fired a few months later for something unrelated.

Would have been okay if I had actually, you know, deserved it. Mouthing off and such. He was just some full-grown bully who liked beating up 10 year-olds. WTF? A fine adult I'm sure he turned out to be.

Gyrfalcon: You stole most of that from Mark Twain you plagiarist.

Not true.

I was stealing from Heinlein and the Four Yorkshiremen.

Cerebral Ballsy: My bus driver was Ms. Johnson. She took no sh*t. No talking on Mondays, Firdays and alllllll rainy days. Back in the day, here in the south, most bus drivers were poor black women with a grudge against whitey and I swear to God they make the best bus drivers.

They're just happy about sitting in front.

Bus Driver: "See, I told you I was hardcore."