I have lived away from Salt Lake now for more than 15 years. One thing I always counted on when coming home is the courtesy of Utahns.
Unfortunately, my husband, son, and I got a dose of extreme rudeness at Ballet West's production of "The Nutcracker" the day after Christmas.
Directly behind us sat a well-dressed woman in her 40s who seemed to think that she and her young daughter were in their own living room. What else could explain her chattering throughout the entire first half of the production?