The Bus

He was standing waiting for the bus at the bottom of my hill when I came barreling down this morning, so I gave him a lift to town.
He is currently living in the house the Mad Queen used to occupy, so he is sort of a neighbor.
He uses a cane to get around because he is slightly crippled.
Thanks for the lift, he said. Yesterday, he continued, three buses passed without stopping.
I don't understand, he said. I have a loud voice, and I tell the driver to drive carefully because I value my life. And I tell the driver to use the wipers when there is rain. And I only pay half price because I am crippled. And now they don't stop for me.
I don't understand.