Crash Course In Reading

I remember being a nine-year-old in the mid 1980s. Our bus driver (a really nice lady, but she suffered no fools) keeps looking into her rear-view mirror and cursing. 

After a few more minutes of this, she stops the bus, rolls her window down, and starts screaming at some guy, whom I then realized was trying to drive past the bus.

Driver: *Pointed at the extended stop sign, screaming.* “IF YOU CAN’T F****** READ THEN GET IN THE BUS, AND I’LL HAUL YOUR IGNORANT A** TO SCHOOL SO YOU CAN LEARN!”

The driver turned down a side street quickly after that.

 That’s my clearest memory of being in the fourth grade, and it wasn’t even in the school.