Here’s my bus patrol story.
Boarding the bus after school, heading for home.
I assume my “patrol” position at the front of the bus as the door closes.
I hear crying and screaming. One young man is holding his head and weeping. I walk over and ask what happened. The kid sitting next to him says “He broke my candle!”
Sure enough he was holding a long taper candle, broken in half.
The crying child exclaims, “He hit me in the head with it!”
Why did he have a candle??
I could not do that job. I would get sued in about 30 minutes.