> In SLC at NCAA tourney 

> Hungry and maybe a little buzzed, but don’t want crappy arena food. Ask around and someone says there’s a mall close by that we could probably make it to 

> At mall, it’s all expensive hipster crap, end up with Chick-Fil-A

> In line deciding whether I want spicy or not when some creepy Wally Cleaver guy comes up and asks about heaps of something. 

> “WTeff? Heaps of what? Sorry I don’t have any change.” 

> Blank stares around. My less drunk buddy notices Wally’s BYU shirt. 

> “Anon, I think he means that backup QB who transferred.”

> Haha, who cares about football. Mormons are so weird.