bus adventures

Bret and I are still without a dependable method of transportation. This has meant a lot of quality time with the public bus system. So that's why I've decided to start a brand new segment called, bus adventures!

So last night Bret and I took a bus to attend dinner and a movie for a date night. When we got on the bus we were the only people on it except maybe one other person. At the next stop, a guy got on yelling wildly about being a war vet or something. He was clearly inebriated and a little forlorn looking to be honest. Of course out of all the empty seats on the bus, this guy decided to go to the very back and sit as close to the two of us as possible. 

This man proceeded to tell us all about his life, which I'm going to tell you now. Chris (that's his name) is a 47-year-old war vet that served in Granada and was shot in the back twice, has two illegitimate children one of which he hasn't seen in 8 years and he used to cut meat at the grocery store but not anymore. I also learned something new from Chris: evidently being "in the bubble" means being addicted to meth, which one of his babies' mama is. I wish I could quote some of the things he said but most of them involved some kind of profanity so I probably shouldn't. Bret was really great at being friendly and engaging. I tried to add in my two cents now and then like, "Thanks for serving our country" but he kept acting like he couldn't hear me very well until he finally said, "Did you loose your voice or something?". I just nodded and Bret did most of the talking after that.

When he finally asked about us and discovered we were Mormons from Utah, he seemed quite in awe about it. Soon after he got this information, it was his stop. But before he left he announced to the now full bus that we were Mormon (not in a negative way but more like we were a newly discovered species of human). As we drove away I saw him announce to the people on the street "there's Mormons in there!"

Hey, at least now when he hears of or thinks of Mormons again, he can remember that couple on the bus that sat and listened to him talk. At least, that's what I'd like to think. It's more likely, given his condition, that he will have no memory of us.