Yes, we have our share of paranoid bigotry. Yes, it can get kind of claustrophobic when it feels like everyone is in your business--even people you barely know. And it does get kind of boring seeing the same faces over and over again. (Seriously...I've lived here so long that even the people I don't know by name I can see from behind and know what they're going to look like when they turn around.) There's a distinct lack of job opportunities and, certainly the medical care options are rather limited, not to mention the shopping options, if you're the kind who likes to shop.
But. There are trade-offs. For example:
Phone rings at the flower shop the other day. I answer and the woman on the other end says, "Hi, this is So-and-So at the Mini Mart. I'm looking for the lady that buys the Diet Dr. Pepper."
"When you were in here earlier, did you pump your gas? You paid for gas, but did you remember to pump it?"
"Crap. I don't think I did. In fact, I'm pretty sure I didn't."
"Yeah, we didn't think you did either. So we just wanted to let you know your money's here whenever you want to come get your gas."
When you're as dizzy and disorganized as I have become, having other people minding your business makes all the difference in the world.
"Chicken in the Car-The Car, She Go"
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