WHAT WE SO BLITHELY CALL "THE BUS" IS, IN FACT, ITS OWN LITTLE MICROCOSM WITHIN OUR LARGER SOCIETY. IT HAS ITS OWN RULES, ITS OWN JOYS AND DISAPPOINTMENTS, ITS OWN INSIDE JOKES, AND ITS OWN RABID FANS. THERE ARE NICE PEOPLE, MEAN PEOPLE, WEIRD PEOPLE, CLUELESS PEOPLE, AND ONE DEVASTATINGLY ATTRACTIVE BUSNINJA. AND IT IS NEVER, EVER BORING. IF YOU DON'T THINK UTAH HAS A THRIVING BUS CULTURE, YOU'RE MISSING OUT . . .
Now, I would probably never live in Davis County, unless I literally lived at a FrontRunner station. Today convinced me that I would never, ever want to live there, ever. No offense. But poor bus service AND wind? Nope.
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By the way, KSL, you don't come to somebody's aide, unless you want to visit their aide or tell their aide something. Otherwise, the verbal construction is "came to their aid." No "e."
But seriously. FrontRunner closed, the FREEWAY closed, thousands without power, car windows blown in, the list goes on. How 'bout that wind.