February 14, 2005

• Happy Valentine's Day!

  Only in Provo could I be buying grocery items at Walmart and be asked by the cashier, "Are you making breakfast for your wife?" I said yes just for the heck of it.

  I love the bus. I love it because it is my window to the diverse world. BYU is a very ethnically diverse campus. There is plenty of ethnic diversity, but it is not a culturally diverse place in any sense of the word. It seems like everyone here is moral, mostly intelligent, and most often intellectual. I love that. Stupid people frustrate me, but I do enjoy the much wider spectrum the bus offers.

  Today the torrette's man was on the bus. Same blue hat. Same two large drinks. Same loud, awkward voice announcing the names of every street we pass. The man behind me with bad breath said that the man with tourette's just rides the bus all day long. That's all he does- hop from bus to bus all across the valley, and always the same route. The man behind proceded to describe in detail all of the strange bus riding regulars. What he must not have realized, is that he is himself a strange bus riding regular. I found it very ironic to compare his strange, peculiar habits, mannerisms, and above all stories with the people he described. He is a welder at UVSC. That's what he does- welds metal. Takes the bus every day. He said hello to the girl in front with the purple jacket one time and she didn't say anything. "But boy," he said, "is she beautiful." (I would add 7 years younger, but that's just me) There is a woman who rides the bus with a blue coat and always an umbrella. She has her fake blond hair pulled back really tight, and you should never say hi to her. He did one time and she thought he was bothering her and said so. Some people.

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