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 . . .
In the past two days, commutergirl and I have gone two places. Last night we went to Provo to pick up some shirts for her brother who is on a mission, then we had dinner with my sister and hung out. Then we drove home. Today, we only left the house once, to water the garden (we have two plots in our stake community garden) and eat dinner. In that time, we have seen five forest green Subaru(r) Outback(r)s.
There were THREE at the same intersection in Provo last night. Then we saw one as we were driving to the garden today. Then, while we were at the garden, another one pulled in. We grabbed our zucchini and ran. Actually, commutergirl just pointed it out to me in a whisper so we wouldn't alarm the owners, and we had a jolly silent laugh about it.
Suddenly, owning a Taurus doesn't seem so conformist anymore.