So I was just thinking about how much I love downtown Salt Lake. No, it's not for the ever-unpresent Shopping district, or because I love the soothing sounds of perpetual construction. It's because of the people. It's the only place in the valley where you can see such an eclectic arrangement of individuals. I remember the days of walking to work at the Wells Fargo Center and being afraid for my life as I, in my slacks, dress shirt, and tie, passed some rough looking guys in their fish-net shirts, 1000 piercings, and glare that could scare....someone who doesn't scare easily. I think back on it, and they were probably 15, but that doesn't matter. You don't have to be an adult to be a skinhead....not that they were skinheads, I'm just sayin'. hey, I'm just sayin.
When I worked for the A.G., I was making a delivery to the One Utah Center (I think that's what it's called.) In my family, we colloqually came to call it the "copper top." If you don't know where that name comes from, just look at it. If you still don't know where the name comes from, you have serious problems, and I would suggest you seek medical attention...or give me $10, and i'll just call you oblivious. I'm okay with either. ANYWAY, I was making a delivery, and being such a high-up in the State of Utah hierarchy, the cars we used to make deliveries (yes, I was a courier) had special EX plates, along with signs displayed on the dash that said "Official Business for the Attorney General." Yeah, kind of a big deal. So, I could BASICALLY park anywhere I wanted. ON taht specific occasion, I parked in a delivery zone located on the north-east corner of the street. I mean, i was making a delivery, right? I don't think it matters that i was driving a 1905 ford windstar. Yes, i meant 1905 (it was old). As i was walking back to my car after exiting the building, I was stopped at the cross walk, and a rather normal looking woman stepped beside me. She was wearing what appeared to be very respectable business attire, so I didn't think anything of it. When the light changed for me to cross, I, using my excellent skills of deduction and anticipation, got a pretty good headstart on this woman. I mean, i wasn't making a competition, but I was. So i had a good 4 pace lead on her, and she quickened her stride and, at a slight job, caught up beside me and began to match my pace. I needed to get on the other side of her to get to the car, so I slowed down to cut behind her. When i slowed, so did she. I noticed a bit of a sidelong glance coming from her direction, so I sped up to cut in front of her, and she did the same. This happened two or three times, even with her slightly veering into my walking path to obstruct me further. When we both reached the other side of the street....at the exact same time, she just went on her way and left me to get into my car. All i was left to do was look as she walked off, chuckle, and think "Well that was a bit weird." And I went on my way.
Some peoples' kids. It was awesome though. I wish that was an isolated incident of apparent oddity, but stories like that are abundant in my life. Maybe on a later date I'll share about the time I was at the court house and some guy threated to me and only me that he was going to blow up the courthouse (he was OBVIOUSLY crazy, so I didn't think too much of it...and the courthouse is still standing, so I feel okay about that.)
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