On a senior citizens bus trip, an elderly woman paused and whispered in the driver’s ear as the other passengers disembarked to go sightseeing.
“Driver, I think I was being harassed by love,” she stated.
The driver promised to look into her issue as quickly as possible, but he didn’t think much of it.
A second small elderly woman leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Sir, I think I was loving harassed!” later that day while the people were unloading once more.
He decided to investigate it more thoroughly this time.
He made the decision to go back and question the few people who had stayed on the bus to see if they were aware of what was happening.
The elderly man looked up and said, “Well, sonny, you sure can. I’ve lost my toupee and I’m trying to find it…” He stooped to ask him, “I thought I’d located it twice, but they were parted in the middle, and mine is parted on the side.” He had discovered a small elderly man crawling along the bus floor beneath the seats.