On this morning's bus route, I talked to a guy who I saw last week at the bus stop near the duplex. He asked if I had a knife, which I did not, and then we just started talking until he had to get off near Barton Springs and Lamar. His name is Ray and he works refurbishing used industrial kitchen appliances. He wanted a knife in order to thread a strap through the tightening buckle of a head lamp that he just bought. He said that his boss was kind of a cheapskate and didn't want to provide flashlights for employees so he bought his own. He told me about his job, and it seemed like he enjoyed it.

Then on my transfer bus downtown, this asian woman sat next to me and asked me if I was Chinese, then started speaking to me in Mandarin even after I said "no". Fortunately I understood enough to be able to respond to her in english and then only later did she continue speaking english to me. She said she was trying to find information about the UT medical school for her niece in China who wanted to come study in the States. I thought that was weird, since did she know that I was a UT student? No. Was I dressed like a doctor or someone in the medical field? No.

Did I know the answers to what she was asking? Fine, I did.