Small Town Serendipity
Just when small town living ceases to amaze me, it amazes me again.
Rich asks me the other night, “Guess what I have?”
Not used to playing the guessing game, I respond, “dunno, what?”
“Jeep Key” – what? Where’d you find it? I ask. We lost our spare car key about a month ago. Rich won’t admit this part but he was sure I was the one that lost the key. Sadly, they are 98 dollars to replace. Rich won’t admit this either, but 98 dollars for a key is ridiculous in this household. So I ask him where he found it and he tells me he went to the Pick N Save counter and said, “Hi, anyone find a single Jeep key?” (four weeks after it went missing.) And guess what? The gal hands him the key to our car. I ask Rich what makes him ask four weeks later and he admits he’s been asking around town for four weeks. Bizarre – only in a small town.
Then today the phone rings and it’s the mail carrier. He introduces himself and tells me his car is broken down in our driveway. (Which is pretty long so I wouldn’t know if it was there for a month.) Could he leave it there for a few hours? It just needs a starter. Oh, also, could I use your garage to replace the starter? It’ll only take an hour……..
Hmmm, I say, I don’t control that part of the farm. So Rich calls the guy back and says, sure come on over and fix your car in the shed. Use my tools. No need to run home and get a jack, have at it….I am a little surprised, it feels a little west side/south side to me but Rich tells me its actually country behavior. No way in hell would any of this had happened in the city. In fact, readers from the city can imagine their own version of the way this story would have played out…….
Rich asks me the other night, “Guess what I have?”
Not used to playing the guessing game, I respond, “dunno, what?”
“Jeep Key” – what? Where’d you find it? I ask. We lost our spare car key about a month ago. Rich won’t admit this part but he was sure I was the one that lost the key. Sadly, they are 98 dollars to replace. Rich won’t admit this either, but 98 dollars for a key is ridiculous in this household. So I ask him where he found it and he tells me he went to the Pick N Save counter and said, “Hi, anyone find a single Jeep key?” (four weeks after it went missing.) And guess what? The gal hands him the key to our car. I ask Rich what makes him ask four weeks later and he admits he’s been asking around town for four weeks. Bizarre – only in a small town.
Then today the phone rings and it’s the mail carrier. He introduces himself and tells me his car is broken down in our driveway. (Which is pretty long so I wouldn’t know if it was there for a month.) Could he leave it there for a few hours? It just needs a starter. Oh, also, could I use your garage to replace the starter? It’ll only take an hour……..
Hmmm, I say, I don’t control that part of the farm. So Rich calls the guy back and says, sure come on over and fix your car in the shed. Use my tools. No need to run home and get a jack, have at it….I am a little surprised, it feels a little west side/south side to me but Rich tells me its actually country behavior. No way in hell would any of this had happened in the city. In fact, readers from the city can imagine their own version of the way this story would have played out…….
