I was out on my Harley today. Granted, I didn't go very far, but it still amuses me to be able to ride my Harley in the middle of December. With temperatures in the high 40's and low 50's I couldn't pass up the opportunity. So, clad in several layers of clothing and a full face helmet that I only wear when riding without it would give me frostbite, I headed out on a ride to Village Inn for breakfast.
Over breakfast there was a guy sitting behind me who was apparently just passing through the state of Utah. He sounded like he had an east coast accent. He was telling the person that he was speaking much too loudly on his cell phone with, what a dump Provo, Utah was. He made a particular comment about how the manager of the hotel that he was staying at was very classy and stylishly dressed and how she stood out like a sore thumb amongst all of us regular "Provo people".
I was tempted to turn around and tell the guy that he was welcome to leave Provo at any time if he didn't like it here. However, I figured that wouldn't improve his opinion of people here. As I got up to leave after eating breakfast I turned around to get a peek at this guy who was speaking so rudely. I was half expecting to see a couple of wise-guys from New York City dressed in $1000 dollar suits. I turn around and see two guys eating their breakfast in a pair of Dockers and a pair of Levis. It was hardly the epitome of style and sophistication. Minus the accent, they could have easily passed for a couple of regular "Provo People".
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