Glad you said that because that was actually my first thought when I saw the video. Heck, back when I was young enough to be riding a school bus there were a few kids who caused trouble. We didn't have a monitor, but we DID have a bus driver who didn't take any shit. He was sufficiently intimidating that he didn't get any backlash from either the perpetrators or their parents. Those kids had to find alternative transportation for a month if they were stupid enough to test the bus driver. Their parents weren't happy having to cart them around themselves. End of problem.

When I was a sprog, if I'd done what those little shits did, firstly, I'd have been thrown off the bus then and there for the rest of the school year. And when I got home, my old man, God Bless him, would have beaten me half to death. Twice. Then he would have made me walk to school until I graduated from High School if it meant I had to walk fifteen miles each way. In this case, I blame the parents or lack thereof at least as much as the idiots in the school administration. The lot of 'em should be very proud of themselves. If it had been my Grandma on that bus, every one of those shits would have needed dental work and a stay in the hospital. She was the mother of sons. Sons who grew up to kill Japs and Krauts and who feared and respected her. God knows I did. She would never have boarded that bus unarmed. She had a club a strap and was not reluctant to use them. Nor was my Mom. There is nothing quite so effective as a nasty bruise or welt every once in a while to instill respect. All those little shits need some well placed bruising and welting. Butts and thighs are put there by God for a reason.

Mr. Mudd (real Name) was and old black man driving my bus when I was a kid. I never caused him any troubles because it was obvious that he worked hard in his youth and he had what I call "Framer Arms". Those giant forearms and uber large hands. Well some kids got to fighting and one was flipped over a seat and getting his beating by a ugly white boy who had an extra Y chromazone I believe. He was large and funny looking and I didn't make eye contact with him ever. Well Ugly white boy is beating on other guy and Mr. Mudd stopped the bus and told him to stop. Ugly didn't listen. Mr. Mudd walked down and pulled him off the other kid and I heard "Take your hands off me nigger" followed by what sounded like when you throw a raw steak down on the counter. When I looked up ugly was laid out cold" Mr. Mudd went back to his route. I had to step over ugly at my stop and never saw him again. Most quiet bus ever after that.

Mr Hooper was my bus driver. No monitor at all. He was the driver and monitor at the same time. If things got out of hand, he would stop the bus and deal with it. Nobody fucked with Mr. Hooper, ever.

I saw Mr. Hooper knock the shit out someone once, he didn't really hurt him, but he put the "fear" in everyone.

We need more of the Mr. Hooper kind.

I think I'll put up a blurb about Mr. Hooper. Thanks for the inspiration.

Gerry N. captured the nut of the matter beautifully. Bus drivers in my day did not take a single molecule of shit from the riders: I can personally attest to this, as even as a kindergarten kid I learned what was considered beyond the limits of acceptable behavior. Ignorance or innocence was no excuse, either.

V-man, clearly your all-too-brief gig in the Busly Sector gives you special insight here. You called this one perfectly.

I got what you were saying but you sound like a moron .using the words to describe her ... What ever happened to walking to school PERIOD!

When I was a sprog, if I'd done what those little shits did, firstly, I'd have been thrown off the bus then and there for the rest of the school year. And when I got home, my old man, God Bless him, would have beaten me half to death. Twice. Then he would have made me walk to school until I graduated from High School if it meant I had to walk fifteen miles each way. In this case, I blame the parents or lack thereof at least as much as the idiots in the school administration. The lot of 'em should be very proud of themselves. If it had been my Grandma on that bus, every one of those shits would have needed dental work and a stay in the hospital. She was the mother of sons. Sons who grew up to kill Japs and Krauts and who feared and respected her. God knows I did. She would never have boarded that bus unarmed. She had a club a strap and was not reluctant to use them. Nor was my Mom. There is nothing quite so effective as a nasty bruise or welt every once in a while to instill respect. All those little shits need some well placed bruising and welting. Butts and thighs are put there by God for a reason.

When I was a sprog, if I'd done what those little shits did, firstly, I'd have been thrown off the bus then and there for the rest of the school year. And when I got home, my old man, God Bless him, would have beaten me half to death. Twice. Then he would have made me walk to school until I graduated from High School if it meant I had to walk fifteen miles each way. In this case, I blame the parents or lack thereof at least as much as the idiots in the school administration. The lot of 'em should be very proud of themselves. If it had been my Grandma on that bus, every one of those shits would have needed dental work and a stay in the hospital. She was the mother of sons. Sons who grew up to kill Japs and Krauts and who feared and respected her. God knows I did. She would never have boarded that bus unarmed. She had a club a strap and was not reluctant to use them. Nor was my Mom. There is nothing quite so effective as a nasty bruise or welt every once in a while to instill respect. All those little shits need some well placed bruising and welting. Butts and thighs are put there by God for a reason.