These people are dictators. They can change your entire day just by putting their foot on the accelerator. And they do it all the time.
It doesn’t seem to matter who you are either. You could by an old lady, a businessman or a student, these Nazi’s take pleasure in your suffering. The bus will pull up to its stop and the double doors will open. A handful of people will exit and six or seven will get on. And as the driver looks in his wing mirror he sees some poor bastard running for the bus, briefcase in hand, tie flying over his shoulder. Of course he could wait. Do the right thing. But OH NO. After letting this unfortunate sap sprint 20 yards to get within touching distance of his destination, the bus driver closes the doors and drives off. Thanks very much, you bastard.