Small Towns

March 6, 2007 at 7:49 am 18 comments

The toilet was leaking in our only bathroom.  I made casual mention of this to the clerk when I was paying for my gas.  She called her cousin, who ran out to “the holla” and by the time I got home from work the local handy guy was in my driveway asking where the bathroom was.  I love small towns. 

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  • 1. Velvet Sacks  |  March 6, 2007 at 8:26 am

    Now THAT’s what I call service!

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  • 2. Catch  |  March 6, 2007 at 9:32 am

    Isnt it great to be in a small town? My neighbor cuts my front yard everytime he cuts his….I only have to cut the backyard. I love my town toon been here most of my life.

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  • 3. hammer  |  March 6, 2007 at 9:43 am

    I could wave a box of hundred dollar bils in my driveway and still nobody would show up to fix my stuff.

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  • 4. Dave  |  March 6, 2007 at 11:19 am

    What…no sharp intake of breath, no nodding of the head and tut tutting. No saying “who the hell put this in”, “it’ll take me a while to sort this out” your tradesmen need some very basic and essential training.

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  • 5. J.  |  March 6, 2007 at 7:45 pm

    They DO have their moments.

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  • 6. smileymama  |  March 6, 2007 at 9:16 pm

    That’s fantastic. When we were watching the sled dogs, we were standing on the Main Street of the little town I went to high school in. I turned aroung to look behind me at one point, and saw a bunch of old local folks sitting on a comfy couch to watch the races…in the window of the furniture store.
    Gotta love that!
    T

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  • 7. Jay  |  March 6, 2007 at 9:34 pm

    Wow, glad to know the kindness of strangers is still alive and well.

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  • 8. bobciz  |  March 6, 2007 at 11:01 pm

    That’s the upside of small towns. The downside is that everyone knows how often you use that bathroom, and for what.

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  • 9. Linda  |  March 7, 2007 at 12:05 am

    I grew up in a town like this. It is funny how news travels.

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  • 10. katcampbell  |  March 7, 2007 at 12:23 am

    Linda & Bob – No lie! Around here its not even safe to whisper, or the story will be all up and down the street in no time.

    Jay – Not so much kindness, our local handy guy gets paid, he just doesn’t want anyone to actually know where he lives!

    SmileyMom- LOL, how precious is that?

    Jan – Come one, you know small towns are great!

    Dave – LOL! Those kinds of comments are reserved for the city slicker repairman. Our guy probably learned plumbing from watching his grandfather.

    Hammer – You must be in the wrong small town then.

    Catch – Same thing on my street, only its leaf raking and snow shoveling.

    Velvet – Word of mouth is alive and well in our little burg.

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  • 11. John Linna  |  March 7, 2007 at 7:08 am

    Now I live ina city and try and get a plumber.

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  • 12. Mimi  |  March 7, 2007 at 7:32 am

    Nothing like a small town:) I wish Navy housing had that feeling.

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  • 13. Mr. Fabulous  |  March 7, 2007 at 4:33 pm

    Yes, but the downside is that everyone knows when you are shtupping the milkman.

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  • 14. katcampbell  |  March 7, 2007 at 5:45 pm

    Mr. Fab – Goofy, we don’t have a milkman any more…they know when you’re shtupping the mailman.

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  • 15. Janet  |  March 7, 2007 at 7:28 pm

    Lucky, lucky, lucky!

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  • 16. katcampbell  |  March 7, 2007 at 8:11 pm

    Dr. John – I don’t even want to consider the difficulty of getting a plumber in the city and then once you do – paying him.

    Mimi – You don’t get that in Navy housing? We did in Air Force housing, which is what got me hooked.

    Janet – Are you trying to say this was UNUSUAL behavior?

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  • 17. another kat.  |  March 8, 2007 at 1:37 am

    damn. Living in a small city…it seems I can’t go anywhere without running into someone I know…or someone who knows my folks….or the new wrinkle…someone who knows one of my kids. I can’t get away with anything.

    But I still can’t get a decent plumber.
    sigh

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  • 18. Jackie  |  March 8, 2007 at 3:28 am

    Oh, Kat, I love it! I hated living in a small town when I was in my 20’s and 30’s and everyone knew my business – but now that I’m ‘older’ and not up to any funny business, (if I didn’t live on our hill) I’d love to live in a small town.

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