You know it's going to be an interesting yet scary night at Wendy's Old Fashioned Hamburgers when your two-year old daughter falls face first onto a crack pipe. You also know, at that point, that downtown Salt Lake City might have a hard time convincing a family of four to remain as residents. "It wasn't MY crack pipe," Salt Lake City says. "It was a druggie's pipe. It's Wendy's fault. I can't help it if people down here like them some crack. Come on, babies. Stay. Don't leave me." Sorry, Salt Lake. This relationship is on its final lap.
