Monday, April 18, 2011


The other morning, when I got on the 850, I smelled coffee. Some of you may not think this is weird. But I live in Orem, Utah. I have gotten on a bus and smelled pizza. I have smelled cigarettes. I have smelled body odor. I have even, on occasion, smelled weed. But this is the first time I remember the bus smelling like coffee.

Then, when I got to the Transit Center and sat down, it smelled like bacon. I don't know why. I don't know how. I don't know who. But I swear it smelled like bacon.

Who rode the Breakfast Bus this morning without telling me? Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't drink the coffee. But bacon sounds nice.

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