At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet eight, built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared atthe driver and said, "Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down at the back.

Did I mention that the driver was five feet three, thin, and basically meek? Well, he was. Naturally, he didn't argue with Big John, but hewasn't happy about it. The next day the same thing happened - Big John got on again, made a show of refusing to pay, and sat down. And the next day, and the next.

This grated on the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way BigJohn was taking advantage of him. Finally he could stand it no longer. He signed up for body building courses, karate, judo, and all that good stuff.

By the end of six months, he had become quite strong; what's more, he feltreally good about himself. So on the next Monday, when Big John once again got on the bus and said, "Big John doesn't pay!"

The driver stood up, glared back at the passenger, and screamed, "And why not?"
With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, "Big John has a bus pass ..."
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size speaks a lot, but once in awhile you get people who are big softies :D

size intimidates, it does. I've been one of the shorter ones a lot of my life, although not the SHORTEST.

in the story above, Big John seems to be.. maybe slightly less intelligent- his use of the third pronouns and all that. anyway.

this is how to handle problems. :D