It reminded me of a time, however, when the 811 was full to bursting in the middle of the day.
|As you can see from this graph, which took me a very long time to prepare, there were indeed more people traveling from Utah County to Salt Lake during rush hour, but the 811 had to bear the brunt of the midday demand all by itself.|
When the 811 was full to bursting in the middle of the day, you sometimes had to stand in a tight space with very little to hold onto, meaning that you had to forcibly keep yourself in position with your arms when going around corners. If you had biceps to speak of, it was a good way to unintentionally show them off. I imagine I myself exhibited this phenomenon when my biceps were anything to speak of (or do I flatter my former self? Sigh. Grad school did wonders for my physique).
One day in the middle of the day when the 811 was full to bursting, a quite muscular man was standing between two of the seats, and found himself in need of bicep-induced stability every time the bus went around a corner (at this time, the 811 went into the American Fork FrontRunner station, which necessitated going around a lot of sharp corners, especially when the bus driver was behind and felt like taking them extra fast). A man and a woman, who I don't think were a couple (though you should never assume) had apparently noted the occasion and were whispering about it.
"Look!" she whispered, "Every time we go around a corner he flexes."
"He's flexing for you!" he replied in a particularly conspiratorial whisper.
They then commenced giggling uncontrollably. I chuckled on the inside, because people don't always take kindly to your laughing at their jokes when you weren't included in the first place.