My best friends runs a free dry campground in Arco, ID, this month alone he's gotten close to 120 guests. One of his guests was a Canadian named Bob. Bob is a really cool guy and has stayed there several days. Bob decided to wander down to Salt Lake City, from there he rode the FrontRunner to Provo, just for shits and giggles and to ride the train. He gets off the FrontRunner in Provo and makes for the nearest convenience store to get a bottle of water and something grub on.
Bob goes in buys some water and a hotdog, but when he gets outside there's a police car there. The cashier comes out and tells him that, "We don't your kind around here." He's like, "What, Canadians?" She explains that she's pretty sure he's just a homeless guy and she called the called the cops because she didn't want him to "escalate" things. Despite being able to prove that he's just some Canadian that wanted to ride the FrontRunner for shits and giggle the fucking Provo cops "escort" him back to the FrontRunner and send him on his way.
Fuck Utah. Fuck Provo. Fuck Mormons.
Btw, Bob is funny as hell. He's gonna show up at the border crossing in a Trump hat and an Infidel t-shirt, because Bob's also fucking nuts. His really is Bob.