Small Town

The other day I went out and did my local errands. For those of you who don’t know me, I live in a small town. Twelve miles away there is a slightly bigger town, which is where one must go if there are “big” errands. But our little town has a post office, a hardware store, a bank, a grocery store and a gas station. (It USED to have a library, but they closed it, so that is now a big errand.)

I like those days when I only have local errands. Deposit a check, buy a new lightbulb, mail my driver’s license renewal, get bread and fruit, and fill up the gas tank. (Yes, gas is more expensive here. But I fill up every once in a while, because I don’t want the gas station to go out of business and leave us with no gas in our town!)

As I went through each of these errands I realized how very much I love my town. This is why:

Bank: “Hi Mrs. Rice. How are you today? What can I help you with?”

Hardware store: “No, we don’t have those, but I’ll tell you what you can use instead. Follow me.”

Grocery store: “Hi Robin. Do you want to try some of my homemade toffee?”

All these familiar faces. I realized that while I might know their first names, I don’t know their last names. In fact, I don’t know much about them, but I do know some things.

I know who has a puppy who gets car sick. I know who lost their son at a young age. I know who used to live in Utah. I know who got divorced and who got married. I know who has a new granddaughter. Trivia.

However, I do know something important thing about them.

They’re friendly. They have a smile for me. They laugh.

It’s a great place to live.