Teenage Antics

How beautiful is this setting, my father's home when he was approximately fifteen years old. It is near Driggs, Idaho.

Dad tells a humorous story from this time in this life that proves he was a typical teenager. He and another fellow were in a tussle one day on the school bus on the ride home, which ended in the bus driver pulling over and escorting them onto the roadside with the instruction that they wouldn't ride again until they had a note from a responsible adult excusing their behavior.

As soon as the bus pulled away, leaving them in a cloud of dust, another motorist picked them up and dropped them off back at the school just as the principal was leaving. They explained their situation and after a stern reprimand, the principal wrote the required note for the bus driver.

Another friendly traveler picked up the boys and quickly overtook the bus which was slowly progressing along its route, dropping off students along the way. Thanking the driver for the ride, they waited at the next bus stop. 

When the bus driver saw the offenders climb back onto his bus he was furious. He stormed back to their seats, "Didn't I tell you that you were not allowed on this bus until you had a note?"

Dad reached in his pocket and produced the required document. Though fuming, there was nothing the driver could do but carry on.