On the bus- and Graig's wisdom teeth

You meet a lot of interesting characters on the bus. Usually, after sliding into an empty seat and taking off my backpack, I pull out my book and become instantly absorbed. Usually, people don't bother me once my brain has obviously gone to la-la land. Or if they do, it's a quick question such as "Whatcha readin'?" to which I simply raise the book to eye level and let them see the title and author for themselves. No talking needed.

But sometimes you meet someone who just won't let you alone. I try to take such moments with patience. Whenever somebody goes against the social norm and talks to me while I'm reading (heaven forbid!), the ensuing conversation is always interesting. People are worth getting to know. There are some crazy ones - such as a guy winter semester that spent the entire bus ride calling us all to repentance - and occasionally scary ones - such as a slightly creepy man that almost followed Jill home spring term ("slightly" is very sarcastic; Jill told him very firmly to get lost and thankfully he listened) - but mostly, I don't mind people talking to me.

Yesterday I met one of the very friendly types. I took the seat behind her as I got on the bus and it wasn't long before she turned around and started talking to me. She had just served a service mission in Salt Lake and was on her way to BYU for the devotional. She had a black folder full of quotes from a ton of LDS prophets and general authorities. I think she brought enough printouts to share with every tired-looking student riding the bus, because she started handing me all these quotes and telling me to keep them. She allowed me a few minutes to read through each one before she gave me the next one. This went on for the entire 25-minute ride to the transit center, where she got off so she could catch the 830 (which stops directly in front of the Wilk). When she realized she was running out of time, she gave me a whole armload of quotes at once. I still haven't looked through them all. She bore her testimony to me and then just like that, she was gone.

Like I said - interesting.

Graig got his wisdom teeth out yesterday. When I got mine pulled last summer, Tyler and Melanie came in to gawk at me lying miserably on my bed after the surgery. I don't remember Graigry coming in to see if I had "chipmunk cheeks," though (for which I was grumpily grateful), and when I saw him after I got home from work, I didn't say anything about his swollen face. (Although he looked pretty funny with ice packs tied to the sides of his head.) I do not have fond memories of wisdom teeth pulling. Luckily, Graigry seems to be recovering better than I did. But I can hardly stand to look at him because I remember my own lovely (*cough) experience with wisdom teeth all too well.

Mara, if you're reading this: good luck in August. :D