Anil boarded a crowded bus with a bagful of purchases. There was no vacant seat. As the old bus rattled and swayed, he supported himself precariously, holding the bag in one hand, the other hand holding the bar provided near the ceiling.

'Ticket ... ticket ... ticket,' the conductor made several rounds past Anil. His wallet in his hip pocket and both hands engaged, Anil  didn't know what to do.

'Ticket, Please,' the conductor asked again. Anil   thrust the bag into the conductor's hand and struggled to take the wallet out, when the conductor protested:

'I can't be carrying passengers' baggage like this —

I'm the conductor, after all!'

'Okay, then give me the bag, and here, will you please hold the bar,' replied Anil.