One thing that makes me real mad is how my first wife left me. One night I came back from doing my usual route and was very tired, but I came in and found her crying in bed. All I wanted to do was sleep, but I had to be a good husband and ask her what was wrong. She told me she didn't love me anymore, and that I was gone too often as a bus driver. I got mad, because the whole thing was her idea in the first place. I would have rather worked on a road crew paving streets. Despite my pleas, she said she had enough and was moving out. I never cried as much as I did the next day as she packed her things.