Todday I rode my bike to the BYU Bookstore to buy a gift for a friend. On my way I went by J Dawgs and suddenly wanted a polish dog. So I stopped.
As I pulled up so did two big fire trucks. Four firemen got out and jokingly told the line to get out of the road and make room for them in the front of the line. They of course were kidding. They got in line at the end and I was right behind them. After about 3-4 minutes, the firemen were just about to order when they got a call - I could hear it on their walkie talkies. They all got out of line and jumped in their trucks and turned on their lights and sirens and drove off. I felt bad for them because they didn't get their J Dawgs. Maybe there should be a rule that firemen can cut in line.
After my J Dawg, I rode my bike up to the WILK and passed the jousters. My attention shifted to this little girl who was probably six or seven. She was struggling as she followed her dad (I'm guessing he was her dad). I watched and smiled as she simply lifted up her dress and fixed her underwear.
I finished my bike ride with two more stops at a couple of good friend's homes. It was a bike ride to remember and that is why I just blogged about it.