When they arrived at the Three Sisters, in the Blue Mountains, the driver parked the bus and the passengers made their doddering, unsteady descent to the footpath.
As they filed past, one elderly lady stopped and whispered in the drivers ear. Ive been sexually harassed.
A few seconds later, another old dear stopped and whispered in his ear. Driver, Ive been sexually harassed.
This kept happening. Soon seven pensioners had complained whilst others pointed to an old bloke who was crawling around the floor of the bus, looking beneath the seats.
The driver approached him, tapped him on his back and said, Excuse me sir, Id like to have a word with you.
The old bloke looked up and said, Of course you can, but not right at the moment. You see, Ive lost my toupee and am trying to find it. I thought Id found it seven times but they were all parted in the middle and mines parted on the side.
