people got on, because BYU passes were free at that time. This happened every day, so nobody really thought much of it.
Then, as we were coming down the hill into the Wilkinson Center stop that no longer exists, the bus driver had to slam on the brakes for something. I don't think I knew at the time, and I certainly don't know now. The 3,412,654,098,740,654,058 people on the bus who were standing (minus 38 seats) all came dangerously close to toppling over; I think a couple of them actually did, but I couldn't see through the masses of people around me.
The bus driver cracked, "I did that on purpose!"
Someone in the back shouted, "Happy Halloween!"
That is the greeting I pass on to you tonight. Not just any "Happy Halloween;" that one.