A small town is where when you get a wrong number you can talk for fifteen minutes anyway and probably know who called or who they were attempting to call. I use to get a call from a little lady here in town looking for “Louise”. I assured her she again had called the wrong number but asked her how she was doing and chit chatted about the weather. I think Louise recently passed away and realized I haven’t heard from that caller lately.
A small town is where everyone becomes a neighbor when there is a need to reach out due to death, fire or accident and a family is in need.
A small town is where, when I go shopping many times a week the clerks know I’m usually there for a client and when one of the clients call to add something to the list the service desk clerks tells them, yes she is still in the store, finds me and gives me the add on and when arriving at the check out I come up almost $6.00 short, the teller takes it out of her pocket and says, “catch me later”.
A small town is where someone stops to offer their condolences in the grocery store. You may not know them by name, but faces become so familiar.
A small town is where the lady, who use to frequent the Truck Stop Café while I was waitressing there, stops me at the store this week to inquire if I had received a phone call from someone? I was a little confused so I asked what about. A friend of our son’s who has been out of town for several years had mistakenly called her number (our names are similar) He had just learned of Michael’s death. He was very upset and could barely talk. She quickly looked up our number for him. He called, we cried together.
There are so many times I’m so thankful to live in a small town. Each time something like this comes up I just smile and think “Try that in the City!”
One of my favorites was the caller who identified herself, went into a long spill about why she had called. I couldn’t interrupt her so I just listened. When she was done I kind of chuckled and said, “I’m sorry, but this isn’t who you thought it was, but I know who you are…….we both laughed and I wished her “Have a nice Day!”
I’m not much of a shopper and mall crawlin’ just doesn’t do much for me either.
I get a kick out of flippin’ a “U” on main, with my horse trailer in tow.
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Saturday, February 27, 2010
Livin' in a Small Town
A small town is where when you get a wrong number you can talk for fifteen minutes anyway and probably know who called or who they were attempting to call. I use to get a call from a little lady here in town looking for “Louise”. I assured her she again had called the wrong number but asked her how she was doing and chit chatted about the weather. I think Louise recently passed away and realized I haven’t heard from that caller lately.
A small town is where everyone becomes a neighbor when there is a need to reach out due to death, fire or accident and a family is in need.
A small town is where, when I go shopping many times a week the clerks know I’m usually there for a client and when one of the clients call to add something to the list the service desk clerks tells them, yes she is still in the store, finds me and gives me the add on and when arriving at the check out I come up almost $6.00 short, the teller takes it out of her pocket and says, “catch me later”.
A small town is where someone stops to offer their condolences in the grocery store. You may not know them by name, but faces become so familiar.
A small town is where the lady, who use to frequent the Truck Stop Café while I was waitressing there, stops me at the store this week to inquire if I had received a phone call from someone? I was a little confused so I asked what about. A friend of our son’s who has been out of town for several years had mistakenly called her number (our names are similar) He had just learned of Michael’s death. He was very upset and could barely talk. She quickly looked up our number for him. He called, we cried together.
There are so many times I’m so thankful to live in a small town. Each time something like this comes up I just smile and think “Try that in the City!”
One of my favorites was the caller who identified herself, went into a long spill about why she had called. I couldn’t interrupt her so I just listened. When she was done I kind of chuckled and said, “I’m sorry, but this isn’t who you thought it was, but I know who you are…….we both laughed and I wished her “Have a nice Day!”
I’m not much of a shopper and mall crawlin’ just doesn’t do much for me either.
I get a kick out of flippin’ a “U” on main, with my horse trailer in tow.
A small town is where everyone becomes a neighbor when there is a need to reach out due to death, fire or accident and a family is in need.
A small town is where, when I go shopping many times a week the clerks know I’m usually there for a client and when one of the clients call to add something to the list the service desk clerks tells them, yes she is still in the store, finds me and gives me the add on and when arriving at the check out I come up almost $6.00 short, the teller takes it out of her pocket and says, “catch me later”.
A small town is where someone stops to offer their condolences in the grocery store. You may not know them by name, but faces become so familiar.
A small town is where the lady, who use to frequent the Truck Stop Café while I was waitressing there, stops me at the store this week to inquire if I had received a phone call from someone? I was a little confused so I asked what about. A friend of our son’s who has been out of town for several years had mistakenly called her number (our names are similar) He had just learned of Michael’s death. He was very upset and could barely talk. She quickly looked up our number for him. He called, we cried together.
There are so many times I’m so thankful to live in a small town. Each time something like this comes up I just smile and think “Try that in the City!”
One of my favorites was the caller who identified herself, went into a long spill about why she had called. I couldn’t interrupt her so I just listened. When she was done I kind of chuckled and said, “I’m sorry, but this isn’t who you thought it was, but I know who you are…….we both laughed and I wished her “Have a nice Day!”
I’m not much of a shopper and mall crawlin’ just doesn’t do much for me either.
I get a kick out of flippin’ a “U” on main, with my horse trailer in tow.
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Patty said...
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All I can say is, I'm glad we live in a small town. LOL I did get a call one morning, and when I found out it was a wrong number, we still talked for about 15 mins. She was the wife of one of our local doctors. I had never met her before. Then years back, I got a call, and when I told this young man he had a wrong number, he said, well you have a pleasant voice. I think he thought I was one of our daughters, because one day when a salesman called and I said hello, he said may I speak to your Mother and I thought why on earth is anyone calling me to speak to my Mother who lives 20 miles away in another town, then I realized he wanted to speak to the lady of the house. I really got a chuckle over that one.
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February 28, 2010 at 1:37 PM
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Lisha said...
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Made me chuckle!!!
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February 28, 2010 at 5:58 PM
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All I can say is, I'm glad we live in a small town. LOL I did get a call one morning, and when I found out it was a wrong number, we still talked for about 15 mins. She was the wife of one of our local doctors. I had never met her before. Then years back, I got a call, and when I told this young man he had a wrong number, he said, well you have a pleasant voice. I think he thought I was one of our daughters, because one day when a salesman called and I said hello, he said may I speak to your Mother and I thought why on earth is anyone calling me to speak to my Mother who lives 20 miles away in another town, then I realized he wanted to speak to the lady of the house. I really got a chuckle over that one.
Made me chuckle!!!
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