A senior citizens bus trip, when the passengers were unloading to do some sightseeing, one elderly lady stopped and whispered in the driver’s ear.
“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.
He knelt down to ask a small elderly man who was crawling over the bus floor under the seats.
“Pardon me, sir. May I be of assistance to you?”
“Well, Sonny, you sure can,” the old man responded, looking up. I’m looking for my toupee, which I lost.
“I thought I had found it twice,” the man went on, “but they were parted in the middle, and mine is parted on the side!”