Things I think I think

I'm interested in woman, a real... just kidding. I couldn't resist. Now we can move on...

I think my statistics Prof. tucks his shirt into his underwear. I first noticed something odd about the man's attire a few weeks ago and I decided I needed to investigate further. I have had stats class twice a week for the last month and I have only seen him wear two different shirts and only one pair of jeans. I have no problem with this. I say if you've got a winning combination, stick with it. No need to change it up. This intrigued me and I began to look closely each class to make sure the same articles of clothing were being worn. Upon such close examination I discovered an oddity at the junction between shirt and pants. My prof. frequently turns his back to the class to write on the chalkboard. With his arm elevated I was able to notice a thin white strip of material between the upper edge of his belt and his tucked-in shirt. I figured maybe his jeans just have a white lining around the waist, but that seems weird. If this were just a one time thing I probably wouldn't think anything of it, but I've noticed it several times since and I'm pretty sure he's tucking it into his underwear. I think he's from the Czech Republic. Maybe it's customary to tuck your shirt into your underwear there. Today, there was no white strip (he did miss a belt loop though) which rules out the white lining theory. Maybe he just forgot to tuck it into his briefs today. (Side note: The man is very tall, completely bald, has a thick Czech/German accent and is very jovial. He handed back quizzes today and there were several happy faces on mine with one pouty face. One of the happy faces had ears. Needless to say, he is my favorite professor. )

This morning I took the bus to school. I think the bus was a holdover from the 1920's. The bus was also about ten minutes late. The driver was going very slow and missed several stops from the time I got on until Mount Royal where I got off. People were not happy on this bus. I could tell the driver was struggling. Here's what I suspect happened: At some point that morning the regular bus slid into a ditch, injuring the driver (hopefully there were no other casualties). The injured driver called in the accident and a replacement bus was driven to the scene (after being dusted off after about 80 years of not being used). The man who drove the bus out couldn't drive it all day so he asked an elderly East-Indian man at the scene if he could drive a bus. The East-Indian man looked into the faces of all of the stranded passengers and said he could do it. He heroically drove that route all day, putting up with people's complaints about missing their stop and not getting paid to do it. Of course I was about a half hour late for my stats class, but it was worth it to see a hero in action. I didn't miss much other than valuable time investigating my prof's wardrobe. (Side note: On the way home I followed a guy onto the bus who appeared to be wearing moon boots. He walked very slowly and cautiously navigated his way across the street with his arms to the side for extra balance calling into question the practicality of moon boots on frozen earth. Maybe I should reconsider getting those moon boots I always wanted.)

What can we learn from all of this? #1 Statistics class can be fun. You just have to find a way to entertain yourself. #2 Don't judge. Maybe it's perfectly normal in some places to tuck your shirt into your underwear. It might just be more comfortable. Maybe the guy who didn't stop the bus where you wanted to get out is actually a hero, who doesn't speak any english, just trying his best to get people to where they need to be because no one else would.