Commotion At a Bus Stop

I ride the bus to work, and sometimes I put on a very displeasing look: I complain with sardonic humor, " These city buses are never on time! " The scruffy man beside me sweats and scratches his hair, " It's so damn hot and lateness is a crime! " And we both complain about the bus schedule during rush hour, " I blame the cops for taking away my Cadillac, all they found in my car was an empty bottle of Rum... they smelled my breath, and started to laugh; I didn't drink any..it was my chum! " A bunch of teens, chatting and cursing, were listening to his conversation and derided the reputed drunker who lived in their neighborhood...and they went on with their silliness, " You lost your clunker, because you were drunk and stunk like a pig! " " Listen, you good-for-nothings punks, at your age I had respect for older people, never said an unpleasant word to anyone! " And venting his rage with frantic hands, " If I were any younger, I'll zip your filthy mouths with duck tape...dare me and you'll be so sorry! " There was a brief silence, but animosity for those kids was strong but he restrained his thoughts.