I will ALWAYS be grateful for the many slaps to the back of my head that I received growing up. My father would intentionally watch me and wait for me to screw up so he could administer a good smack. I hated it then, but cherish it now.I've seen bus drivers get out of their seat and usher people to the back of the bus to accommodate additional passengers. And say "we ain't moving until everyone standing moves to the back of the bus so others can get on."
I rode a very crowded bus one morning from POR to the MK and the bus driver did inform riders as he pulled up to the last stop (and saw several mothers holding young children) that any seats vacated by exiting passengers would be for the mothers holding young children at that stop. To which two teenagers moved from standing to the vacated seats. And so my daughter and I gave up our seats to a very grateful mom with two toddlers. And I glared at those two engrossed in their electronic device teenagers the entire ride to the MK. And their equally clueless parents. If they'd been MY kids, they would have gotten a smack to the back of their heads and told to stand. But then I wouldn't have let them take the vacant seats in the first place after the bus driver made his announcement.
His favorite was getting me for wearing a hat indoors. I just stopped wearing hats, it was easier, lol.