- One Friday, as I was waiting for the TRAX, a guy came over and sat close to me. He said, "Hi." I said, "Hi," back. Funny how such a simple word can lead to so much more.
He then decided I was a good person to talk to and proceeded to tell me how he is now "legal" to go to Windover and start his great weekend. He told me about how he knows cops, and kept saying "legal"--whatever that means.
Then he started talking about how he doesn't get into fights. He walks away. And he has a girlfriend who's waiting for him in Windover. And he takes care of his mom, who is old. And he has a black belt in Karate.
Hmmm.
- I got on the train and a guy who was listening to the whole conversation said, "I saw that guy in Windover last week. He got mad at a guy and popped him over the head with a bear bottle." He's not supposed to go back.
And I care why?
- Earlier this week, I was waiting for my train, again. As I was sitting there, a man (a different man) cam over and sat next to me. "My foot hurts," he says. I said something like, "Oh, that's too bad."
I guess that was my permission to let him proceed to tell me about his big blister on the bottom of his foot. Next thing I know he is telling me all about his gangreen.
Ewww.
- Today, as I was riding the bus, I saw something interesting. I was close to my bus stop, but a stop before mine were a bunch of cop cars and an ambulance. As we got closer, I finally saw the scene. There was a man on the top of a bus, with his shirt off, and his hands up in the air. The ambulance was standing by in case something happened, and the cops were all gathered around the bus, waiting to see what this crazy guy was going to do.
I want to know how the guy got on top of the bus, and what he was trying to do. Was he trying to get a better view of his ride... ride the bus without being notices... make a statement?
- This last one is a story I hear... kind of scary. A little before I left work, a man was shot at the Grand America Hotel. Apparently, he was in military garb and telling everyone he was in training. But he was carrying around a loaded gun.
Someone called the police, and when the cops arrived, the man shot an officer. So, the cops shot back and ended up killing the guy.
They don't yet know what the guy was doing or who he is.
This was only three blocks away from where I work.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Salt Lake Adventures
It's funny how my world has changed since I started working in Salt Lake. I have seen a few things and talked to some interesting people.
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This post totally just made my day. I'm giggling out loud right now!
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