You Know You Live in a Small Town When.............

You Know You Live in a Small Town When...

The "road hog" in front of you on Main Street is a farmer's
combine.

The local phone book has only one yellow page.

Third Street is on the edge of town.

You leave your jacket on the back of the chair in the cafe,
and when you go back the next day, it's still there, on the
same chair.

You don't signal turns because everyone knows where you're
going anyway.

No social events can be scheduled when the school gym floor
is being varnished.

You call a wrong number and are supplied with the correct
one.

Everyone knows all the news before it's published; residents
read the hometown paper just to see whether the publisher
got it right.
 

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Mr. Jones drove a gray 1949 Plymouth, you better know when he came down the road. He was so eaten up with senility that he was dangerous.
He paid no attention to our 3 stop sign intersection, drove right through
it every time. If he wanted to turn to his left, he turned whether there was
a street there or not.

He went to post office ( a cubby hole in the movie house) had to have help to find his 'lost' car.
I suppose his erratic driving and other dementia behavior were tolerate
because he was a rich man.
 
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A friend said She wanted to rent the local community center to have a small school reunion. Less than 50 people. We were told we would have to have "appropriate chaperones". At the time we had been out of high school 15 years. We used a resturant in the next town instead. We were allowed to order alcoholic beverages without parent permission.
 
When you need a chain for the chain saw, but the place is closed for the season. The owner is there, but leaving soon, and tells you that she'll hang the chain on the back of the sign, and for you to leave the $20 under a rock. You've never met them before.

You're "friends" with everyone who works at the stores and they usually know what you want.

Everyone knows when your truck is at the mechanic shop and asks you about it.

People stop by without calling first

They close down the ONLY way through town for the 4th of July parade. If you're passing through, you're going to have to wait.

Store owners let you set up an "account" and you just pay them later.

If you pull to the side of the road for any reason and everyone stops to see if you need help.

You and a few others help pull a moose out of the road that someone just hit. The next person in line on the "road kill list" gets to come pick it up and gets the meat.
 


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