“You got church buses for sale right?” The old man stomped his foot in a fit of rage. “Yes, but-“ “What does it matter what I want one for.” The old man interrupted. The receptionist let out a heavy sigh and tried again. “You don’t understand-“ “I do young lady, you just don’t want to listen.” It was no use. He wasn’t willing to listen to her. It time to press the button.