Frozen Dead Cat Under the Bus Story
December 31, 2004 General 1 CommentA Gruesome Find
One bitter-cold morning while waiting for the bus for Junior High Nathan Groves and I found a dead cat that had obviously frozen to death during the night. On a dare, I picked up the cat by the tail and discovered it was so stiff I could wield the cat like an axe. And a plan formed.
When the school bus arrived I slid the cat under the front tire of the bus just before I got on. When the bus driver, whose name was Sandy, started to drive away there was a noticeable bump and the bus gently rose and fell as she drove over the dead cat. Sandy freaked out and backed up the bus to see what she had hit — which is surprising because if I ran over something and was concerned about it, backing over it again would definitely not be a good idea.
So Sandy backed up (with the noticeable bump again) and looked for what she had run over. When she saw a dead cat (which was now much flatter) she rolled her eyes and casually said “Oh, it’s just a cat.” She then pulled the bus out (running over the cat for the third time) and we went on our way.
I remember being shocked how casual and uncaring Sandy was about potentially killing a cat. I was to find out years later she had greater demons haunting her than dead cats.
An Unexpected Ally
Another cold winter day I waited for the bus by the Golden Dragon restaurant with my friend, Paul Barutia. We foolishly decided to start throwing snowballs at cars as they drove south-bound on Main Street.
Even though Paul and I played on the same baseball team, we seemed to lack any skills at actually hitting moving cars with snowballs. We often missed by 20 feet or more.
One of my snowballs, however, connected with a Volkswagen Bus full and square on the passenger-side window. The thump echoed loud and clear in the crisp morning air as it hit and I remember thinking it was a miracle the window didn’t shatter. The Volkswagen Bus immediately slammed on the brakes and screeched to a halt. Before the VW had even stopped I was already running away, diving behind a mound of snow that had piled up in the parking lot.
The VW owner, a livid man in a black trench-coat, got out and stormed over to the group of kids waiting for the bus. Almost immediately our school bus pulled up and kids started to climb on board. The man was swearing and cursing at Sandy saying how one of the kids had assaulted his vehicle. I remained crouched behind the snow drift watching the kids slowly get on the bus and I began to realize that if I didn’t get on the bus, I would be walking (and it’s a long, long way).
In an instant I decided to make a run for it and I sprinted toward the bus. The angry man had his back toward me as he was still yelling at Sandy and, at the last second, I slid under his arm and ascended the steps. As soon as I was on the stairs Sandy told the man to — well, she swore at him — and she slammed the door and drove away.
Sandy never said anything to me that day and I decided that I would never torment my bus driver again.
A Sad Ending…
My sister-in-law, Tasha, worked for the Transportation Division of the Salt Lake City School District for a number of years. One evening at dinner while talking about school bus stories I retold some of the adventures I had with Sandy.
Tasha interjected “Sandy? On bus 217?” and I replied, a little surprised, that she indeed drove bus 217. Tasha then told me this story, which had happened before she started working there but had been told and re-told as a legend around her office.
Apparently one day Sandy drove bus 217 through the gates of the Jordan River LDS Temple (which were locked) and attempted to park the bus inside the temple itself. The temple grounds, not being built for easy bus access through the front doors, afforded enough landscape-related obstacles that the bus never made it into the temple.
Sandy claimed that voices were telling her to kill the children and she was attempting to flee from their torment by entering the temple. So frantic was her flight she forgot to loose the bus before going in. That was the last day she ever drove a bus.


