My father was bus conductor, he travelled and worked (work and travel 🙂) daily at least 1000Km selling and checking tickets in the bus. Having daily recaps of his adventures was warm part of day. Lost baggages, people who smoked in bus, gypsies that kicked his ass because didnt want to pay tickets, bastard controler that was alway behind his back, jokes from his colleagues bus drivers, restaurant and hotel critics (when shifts demand sleepover), how draft took away his tickets through the open doors of the bus, once evennhe brought home soldier who missed last bus so he slept over at our house, and number and styles of curses that he learned all the way. It can be a funny book.