Reactions Log

Two guys at Maverik: "WOW! Did you see that guy?" (this is the same Maverik where if there isn't a mohawk on at least one of your customers, it's a slow night)
Guy at Deseret Industries: "So, you got community service too?"
Guy at Deseret Industries: "Do you do kung fu?"
Girl at Deseret Industries: "Do you hang out with the guys at veteran's park? They look exactly like you." (Congratulations second LARP reference)
Crazy guy at Deseret Industries: "Are're're're... are you a chef?"
Crazy guy at Deseret Industries: "Can you fly?" Me: "No. I wish, that would be cool." Guy: "Oh. Just thought I'd ask."
Boss: "Still wearing the robe?" Me: "For another thirty days." Boss (skeptically): "Really? Wow."
Other Boss: "Your plan to repel girls is working."
J. (female): "So, WHAT is UP with the monk robes?" (I wasn't wearing them at the time). "I was driving somewhere with my friend, and I saw you walking down the hill, and I was like, 'who is the MONK?' And then I saw it was you, and I just about DIED!"

It remains difficult to balance out when it's appropriate to wear the robes and when it isn't. Depending on your definition of appropriate, it might never be. I've decided that when those around me should really be focused on something else, then it becomes inappropriate. Of course, that would mean I probably shouldn't wear them near any roads; but oh, well.

I'm not immune to driving distraction, either. I was driving from work to Deseret Industries for a volunteer assignment, and I was late. I made some very un-monkish traffic maneuvers and more-or-less accidentally cut somebody off in order to get to a streetlight first. Feeling somewhat bad about that, I vowed that I would get off the line as soon as the light turned green, in order to prove that I really was in a hurry and not just being a jerk.

That's when I noticed the street dancer. He was performing on the sidewalk off to my left, and was pretty dang good at it. As I stared, the light turned green, and I was significantly behind everybody else getting off the line. I cursed him and all street dancers and tried to make up for lost time.

On my way home from the same assignment, I was passing yet another intersection and noticed that the dancer had changed venue to Provo. In the process of noticing, I ran a red light.

I've decided the street dancer is my arch nemesis.