An offensively joyful man incurred the wrath of 7am bus
commuters by cheerfully singing the theme to the Beverly
Hillbillies while the rest of the over-capacity ridership simply
tried not to pass gas, consider suicide or scream something to the
extent of, "What is the point of this meaningless life where I have
to get up at 6:30 just to go to my data-entry position? Can't
the data be entered at any goddamn time of day?"
The bus took nearly 10 minutes to get through each intersection
while dozens of passengers got on and off, and the bus driver
repeatedly shouted for everyone to move back, but the pony-tailed
man could not stop singing about "bubbling crude."
When he got to parts of the lyrics he didn't know as well, he
supplemented his tune with a cheery whistle. At press time
two menopausal women and a burly construction worker were savagely
beating the man.