The Grinch

A few years ago I found myself on a city bus during the holidays. We were sludging along, bundled up, grim faced when suddenly a man near the back of the bus began singing "Joy to the World". The bus driver pulled to the side of the street and shouted, "Stop it!" We all looked at the man, then at the driver who had resumed our dreary little journey. The man in back started singing "Jingle Bells" and the driver's face turned crimson as he pulled over again. "No singing on the bus!" he shouted. Then one by one every single passenger began to sing. There were 26 of us singing on key and off and the driver, suddenly a vey little man, shoved it in gear and drove silently down the street.