I remember when the management introduced women bus drivers. Birds, driving busses? Well me and the lads weren't having that, were we. So we started a campain of misogynistic harassment, but to no avail. Flippin' birds, can't live with 'em, can't get your leg over 'em. Not in my experience anyway. In between the bitter pranks I made jocular remarks about my brother-in-laws lack of libido and my nephew shat in my hat. Happy days, mind you our inspector was a right git.