Our school bus driver was a middle-aged man named Ray, who might have shaved once a week, probably didn't bathe that often, and his huge belly rubbed against the steering wheel as he maneuvered the vehicle. Ray had a perpetual scowl on his face and seemed to be in a trance-like state of detachment most of the time. Every once in a while, however, some particularly violent outburst summoned him from his reverie, and he would yell in an extremely loud, gravelly voice, 'SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP.' This was always a bit of a shock to the rioting passengers, but I don't recall it having much of a calming influence for more than a few seconds. Other than this one phrase, I don't believe Ray ever said much else to any of us (Page 33).