Santa Drives the UTA

So today I went on an adventure. It actually started last night, when I smashed my finger in a door of a car. It hurt, and so I put ice on it, and then hoped for the best. This morning, when I woke up, my finger was swollen, and it hurt to move it, but I headed off to class anyway.

Well, then I realized that I'd left my cell phone somewhere on a church step south of campus, and I was feeling a little stressed about that. So I decided it would be most prudent to leave class early and go to get it. I left, and walked down to where it was, and then called my little sister, who has knee surgery today. My finger started to hurt more, and so I decided I should tell my mom...just to do the good daughter thing, and I succeeded in freaking her out, which led to me calling everyone and their mom to try and figure out where my insurance would work...stupid insurance. I finally find a place in very N. Orem, right next to Lindon actually, and head over there on UTA.

The first bus is the 811. I get on and there's an overweight gentleman who's very talkative asking people about just about everything. He keeps asking this one girl who looks very nervous (it's her first semester at BYU) about things, and she looks as though she'd much rather just sit silently on the bus like everyone else. This bus goes to the transit station. Here I get off and get onto the 850. The same gentleman gets on again and begins talking to another young lady who apparently works with the homeless. She's decided to get tested for hepatitis as a result, and then randomly asks the larger gentleman if he knows anyone on a diet. He looks a little affronted and says that he doesn't, and he certainly isn't. She then begins to tell us how gall stones are linked to rapid weight loss, and how she's lost 70 pounds, but only about 1-3 each week. The gentleman decides that his stop is now, and gets off looking disgruntled, with a parting shot of, "I don't lose weight, and I don't gain it, I just stay the same." The bus was strangely quite after that.

Then I get to this place in Lindon that my insurance will work with. I get in there, explain the situation, and am then told that medical insurance isn't what will cover my injury, it's the owner of the car's car insurance, because it 's a car related injury. I can pay now though, and then go to the other insurance company and get the claim taken care of there. I asked them how much it would cost, they told me about $200.

Heck no.

It's a stupid pinkie. I mean, really. And it's on my left hand, and it's not at any funny angle. If it heals this way--that's fine with me. I promptly leave the clinic place and go across the street to the drugstore and buy some finger tape. I then tape my finger while I wait for the bus, get on the bus, and start heading home.

Here is where we meet Donovan and Judy. They apparently meet on the bus sometimes, and they share work stories. Judy has just started dating Vah-hah (I don't know how to spell it, but that's how it's pronounced). Donovan is sad, because he was hoping that he could date Judy, but he doesn't want to break up her 2 week old new relationship. To top this all off--Judy's hampster Harry died on Friday, and so she bought a new one--a more expensive one, who would be hardier, and less skittish. Harry was always so skittish. Skittish=Death. Now she's got Chewy, who's much less skittish, but he bites, and hard (What do you expect when you name it chew-y?). Sadly, this bus trip was then over. I'll never know what happened for Judy and Donovan.

Donovan actually boarded the 830 with me back to Provo, though he was too heartbroken to talk much. This bus was driven by Santa Clause himself--what an off-season job eh? He had this great jolly deep voice and every time he announced a street name I expected him to let out a belly laugh.

"550 West and University Parkway. Ho Ho Ho!"

Anyway, I'm finally home with my roommates and food. Mmmm...food time--what a morning though.