Whoever said you can't laugh at special needs people? Or people with funny accents? I certainly haven't heard any explicit rules against this, but I'm beginning to believe there is one, as I am the only one simmering with amusement when a young special needs missionary gets on my Salt Lake-bound bus at 6 a.m. in the morning. This scrawny little missionary always comes onto the bus looking dapper in his white shirt, suit and tie, name tag pinned to his shirt, often wearing an expensive-looking raincoat that I envy. His eyes are magnified through his thick bottleneck glasses, and his orange hair is cleanly cut.
His giant ears are under headphones as he plods to the back of the bus. There, he seats himself and proceeds to serenade the entire bus.
The silence of the sleepy morning bus rings out clearly between his unabashed tone-deaf lyricization as the sparse group is versed in a wide medley of secular music. It is not uncommon to hear him croon the lyrics to an R&B song, or to hear him resonate the instrumentals, such as, "ding, ding, dinga-ding-ding!" or to hear him rhythmically drum out a beat or practice his falsetto while listening to disco music...to make sure we're "staying alive." And then, there is the occasional enthusiastic "Whoop!" (presumably to get the party started). All the way to Salt Lake City. How can you not laugh?
-Carly
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