My poor hometown of Magna, Utah was an old mining town. Today it’s a shining beacon for affordable housing, and the types of folks who live there.
I can’t complain. I didn’t mind growing up there. But now coming back as a visitor, I notice some of the city’s less-than-classier aspects.
Specifically, this traffic jam today:
Nothing wrong with a traffic jam. Except for this one’s root cause:
Well, I’ll just say I’m glad I don’t drink.