Forty years ago I was taking my one year old boy from Arkansas to Missouri on a greyhound bus to visit my sister. A couple teenagers started acting up and cussing. The driver stopped the bus and stood up. “One more word out of you two and you’re off this bus” he said. That solved the problem. I always appreciated that man and the way he spoke to those guys was like something from a movie.
Sounds like my Fourth Grade bus driver (Mr. Swarthout) graduated to driving Greyhound!
Don’t ask me how I know about his school bus disciplinary practices (how many adults remember the name of their Fourth Grade school bus driver?)
I bet they thought they could get away with acting like they’d acted on the bus when they were in high school.