(I figured this post belonged in it's rightful place on this new blog dedicated solely to my thoughts and opinions - and the people on the bus - rather than on our other blog. So if you're reading this for the second time I apologize)
There are so many interesting characters that I've come across the last three years while I've been taking the bus to work, and no one gets to share in the experience except for those few people with whom I share an occasional story. Why should I have all the fun? If you take public transportation then you know exactly what I'm talking about. Look for future updates on the subject...
This time, however, I was inspired to blog about the guy from this morning with the mustache tattoo. Before you get the wrong idea in your head, let me dispel the first few images that come to mind:
1. No, the tattoo wasn't a small part of an otherwise inked-up body - he didn't have tattoos all over his head, for example - which would have detracted from (or added to - depending on your perspective) the simple amazement of the mustache. In fact, aside from just one other visible tattoo on his forearm, the mustachio was the only tattoo present.
2. It wasn't a life-like mustache either. No simulated individual hairs or coloring.
It was simply a thick, perfectly shaped mustache filled with regular tattoo-colored blue ink. It was the kind of mustache that you would draw on yourself for Halloween or a similar dress-up event. I pondered this for a moment as I took in Mr. Blue Mustache Tattoo's other defining characteristics trying to discern from his outward appearance what could have possibly driven him to tattoo a blue mustache on his face. He wasn't completely abnormal looking otherwise. He seemed of mixed Latino-Caucasian decent, probably mid-30s, short hair. He did have what I would deem as slightly odd clothes, however. A black bowler hat, red t-shirt with strange insignia, black pants, and he was carrying a hard-sided case of some sort, like a mini Samsonite suitcase...then I realized it was beyond my capabilities to rationalize this decision and gave up. Maybe you can do better.
There are so many interesting characters that I've come across the last three years while I've been taking the bus to work, and no one gets to share in the experience except for those few people with whom I share an occasional story. Why should I have all the fun? If you take public transportation then you know exactly what I'm talking about. Look for future updates on the subject...
This time, however, I was inspired to blog about the guy from this morning with the mustache tattoo. Before you get the wrong idea in your head, let me dispel the first few images that come to mind:
1. No, the tattoo wasn't a small part of an otherwise inked-up body - he didn't have tattoos all over his head, for example - which would have detracted from (or added to - depending on your perspective) the simple amazement of the mustache. In fact, aside from just one other visible tattoo on his forearm, the mustachio was the only tattoo present.
2. It wasn't a life-like mustache either. No simulated individual hairs or coloring.
It was simply a thick, perfectly shaped mustache filled with regular tattoo-colored blue ink. It was the kind of mustache that you would draw on yourself for Halloween or a similar dress-up event. I pondered this for a moment as I took in Mr. Blue Mustache Tattoo's other defining characteristics trying to discern from his outward appearance what could have possibly driven him to tattoo a blue mustache on his face. He wasn't completely abnormal looking otherwise. He seemed of mixed Latino-Caucasian decent, probably mid-30s, short hair. He did have what I would deem as slightly odd clothes, however. A black bowler hat, red t-shirt with strange insignia, black pants, and he was carrying a hard-sided case of some sort, like a mini Samsonite suitcase...then I realized it was beyond my capabilities to rationalize this decision and gave up. Maybe you can do better.
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Hey! I just saw your family's link on Brooke's blog and then I saw this great blog.
One of the things I miss most about HI is the bus. I had never, nor have I since, had a grown man yell in my face to stop eating and then go tattle to the bus driver. I thought things like that could only happen in Hawaii, but maybe in SLC they happen too.
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