A bus was en route to San Francisco. Riding along in the dark of
the night everything was quiet, when a litte old lady ran to the
front of the bus and said to the driver, “I’ve been molested back
there.”

The bus driver thought, well, he’d investigate at the next stop, so
he told the lady to sit behind him. They were riding along, and
another lady came running up and told the driver she had been molested.
So the driver thought he’d better investigate now. He stopped the bus,
took a flashlight and went to the back of the bus. He flashed the light
and there under the seats was a little bald- headed man crawling around.

The driver asked him what he thought he was doing. He replied that he
had lost his toupe. He thought he’d found it two times, but he knew
those weren’t his as they were parted in the middle and his was parted
on the side.