I was in my Cedar Springs Law Office. I walked out into the hallway where I discovered a city bus. It turned the corner at the end of the hall, drove close to where I was and stopped. Some people began getting off while others boarded. I walked over to the bus and asked the driver (a stocky, black fellow about 30 years old) if he were going to be making regular stops here in the hall.

He said he didn't know. I asked him the same question several times but he simply wouldn't answer. He was actually rather nasty about it and finally he asked, "What difference does it make?"

I said, "Well if you come up here then we don't have to go outside and wait. We save 15 minutes. We could continue working right up to the point when you pull up front here. We could go downtown then and have something to eat. There's better food downtown."

He said he still couldn't tell me. Finally, I said, "What's your name?"

He told me his name and I said, "Well I'll just go in there right now and call and find out if you're supposed to be up here."

He grabbed me and tried to prevent my going back into my office. I began screaming, "Assault! Assault! He's assaulting me!"

He tried to push me down and I tried to push him off. I wondered if I should try to start fighting him, but I figured it would be better if he hit me so I could have him arrested. A crowd gathered and I thought I saw a policeman among them. I continued hollering because I wanted to have him arrested. He had obviously gone to far.