I had a passenger throw a fit, call me every name in the book and spit at me. You know what I did? I made the next stop his.

I was driving down the highway and a passenger had to cross over to another road. I pulled up and he got out. He was in the middle of the road when he suddenly turned around and shouted "what are you waiting for? Are you blind?" I was directly in front of him. I'll admit, I flinched but I kept my composure. As I began to drive away he started cursing and spitting at me. He said "You're a fucking asshole, you piece of shit. I hope your family dies." I ignored him and pulled over a few exits down. "Sir, this is your stop," I said. "No it's not," he said. "I'm going home." I said "okay." He asked the other passengers if they knew where he was. They didn't. He tried to open the sliding door but it was locked. He tried to open the other doors. They were locked too. At this point he was crying. "Where am I going to go?" he said. "The last place you were," I replied. He walked home in his socks. The other passengers all said "thank you" and one even offered to buy me a drink. That's the way it is sometimes.