Utah is a unique place. Their are a lot of Mormons here, just in case you didn't know. You have to live here for a while to get the real feel for how things work. For instance the Department of Motor Vehicles or the DMV, in Cali. you have to wait in line for an hour just to get a number then you have to wait in line for at least another hour to get verbally abused by someone you would never let into your home. My last visit to the DMV here in Utah, my number was called before I could sit down and the the lady working the counter said to me, "You've cut your hair since the last time you were here." Now, that is service.
Utah is the only place I know where if your car brakes down you have to draw straws amongst the volunteers to see who gets to help push your car to the gas station. I'm not kidding, we saw a car run out of gas and before my husband could get our car in park three people were running to help push. When our car broke down, in the space of twenty minutes we must have had seven different cars stop to offer assistance.
A few years ago, my daughter dropped her brand new iphone in the Walmart parking lot. I got a call from the man who found it telling me that he was on his way back into the store to give it to customer service and was their anyway of reaching her to let her know. I called my son-in-law, they were still inside Walmart and were able to get it back within minutes.
I don't think their are too many places where that would still happen.
The school bike racks usually have more bikes not locked, than locked. The kids here leave their bikes, rip-sticks and scooters out and the next day they are right where they left them. Yes, Utah is an unusual place.
Their is an innocence here, a feeling of trust in your fellow beings that someday will probably be gone but for now I'm going to enjoy it for all it's worth.
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