On my way to and from work I notice most of the differences between Chicago and Salt Lake City. In Chicago the crosswalks are pointless. Also, here you better know the fastest way to get from point A to point B, even if that means you get in the right turn lane only to speed up going straight through the light when it changes while cutting the other cars off. I have also been able to take a glimpse into a culture different than my own. I drive through not so nice areas with torn apart roads and buildings. I feel a little like a Packer fan at a Bears game because I obviously don't belong there...the Utah plates give it away. One day on my way home a really took a look out of my car window, and I definitely saw a pimp because he sure did have the swag. (On a side note I met my first nun, and love her!)
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