None of Manhattan's bitter intramural feuds is waged with more desperate intensity and temper than the battle of the bus driver v. his passengers. To the riders, the driver is a chronically exasperated ogre who delights in abandoning them on rainy street corners, or, if he consents to take them aboard, greets them with insults and treats them to bone-crushing lurches. To the driver, the enemy is a hydra-headed beast: a door blocker, a purse fumbler, and willfully uninformed. Jockeying his big green and cream-colored juggernaut down congested Madison Avenue one day last week, Driver James Coyne gloomily considered...
MANNERS & MORALS: I Want to Be Alone
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