This is a quick story of something funny that happened to me last night that illustrates a much deeper point.
I spent the evening last night in Provo, but I couldn't move into my new apartment yet so I had to find a buddy's couch or extra mattress to sleep on for the night. I called my old roommate Mark to see if he had space for me, which he did. He told me the apartment number (102A) in the Elms and that he would leave the door locked. Well, a certain female named Lindsay kept me out pretty late, so I arrived at the apartment after (I thought, at least) every one had gone to bed. Unfortunately, I forgot one thing... the apartment number. Was it 101A? I guessed. I tried the doorknob - open. I immediately lay down on the couch and fell asleep.
That morning, I awoke to the sound of a laptop next to me. One of the guys living there was typing on the couch next to me. I realized this was probably not Mark's apartment. This is the dialogue that ensued.
Me: "Uh, is this Mark Laney's apartment."
Me: "Oh. Shoot. I thought it was... oops."
Him: "No problem. You are welcome to use our couch."
It was that simple. An absolute stranger was sleeping on his couch (only doing so by entering his apartment in the middle of the night - intruder alert, anyone?), and he responded with a "no worries" attitude I wasn't expecting. I thanked him for letting me crash there, then headed out to the fieldhouse, where I showered and got ready for work (I know - I'm a homeless bum!).
This brings me to my point. Only in Provo could this happen, with such nonchalance as he handled it. Say what you will about Provo, about Utah. This place, however, is ridiculously people-friendly. I would have a hard time imagining this being ok if I were to try and slide into an apartment in, say, LA or Chicago. Most likely, I would be arrested. Or maybe they would just yell and tell me to get the (expletive) out of there.
Provo, indeed, is a nice place. Provo haters take the city for granted. And if they don't like it, maybe they can go elsewhere. I know quite a few homeless people who would let them cuddle up with them on the street in the middle of the night.