Provo has some crazy people. I don't mean like wearing-socks-with-sandals crazy or rolling-through-a-stop-sign crazy, I mean legitimately insane individuals who need to be carted away to wasatch county health.
I was walking through a parking lot when a large man approached, yelling. He didn't seem to be homeless, but he was on the dirty side, and a tad bit frantic, like he was on the cusp of homelessness and just needed a drug habit to put him over the edge.
He was yelling incoherently, and when he spotted me he threw a finger out at me with his head reared back. Despite his babbling and quick pace, the pointed finger was firm and fierce and if I didn't think it would have caused my death I probably would've stopped and stared.
"DO YOU KNOW WHICH OF THESE CARS RUN ON HYDROGREN?"
His voice was damning me already, like I didn't need to answer because I was wearing a "I hate the environment" sticker on my forehead.
"uhh..." I was nearing my destination figured he wouldn't attack me if people could see us, so I sped up a bit.
He narrowed the gap between us to 5 feet, and leaned in with a gravelly whisper
"alllllll oooffff theeeemmmm"
He said it just like that. Slow, drawn out, ominous.
Then I was confused. I thought the hydrogen fuel cell was the ideal fuel? Yes, the factories that create those fuel cells run on coal, but can't you do the same thing with water-powered facilities? Does anyone know what this crazy guy was talking about? Because now I'm doubting myself.
I can't believe I let that guy make me feel guilty for a second. I carpool. I buy fancy ethos water from Starbucks to "help the children." Isn't that enough for you, strange man in the parking lot?
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