I’ve probably written about how much I love living in a small town before, but two things happened yesterday that thrilled me about small town life.
I was slammed, there was no doubt about it. I reached into my little fridge and pulled out what I needed: an iced coffee. I took a sip and almost gagged. The coffee was old and had turned. Henry and Mary observed the whole episode. And in a blink of an eye, they had gone across the street and gotten me a replacement coffee. And the funny thing is both Mary and I have our own drinks at the coffee shop, so they knew what to order without even asking. I thanked them profusely and offered to pay, and they refused. They were just happy to get me my caffeine for the long selling day.
At the end of the day I had the brilliant idea to zip to the post office to mail out one media mail package. I’m not really sure what I was thinking. There was a line 25 people deep. I was about to turn around and leave when the last person in line offered to mail it for me. I was incredulous. She said she had to mail her packages, and was happy to mail mine. I was thrilled. I was also without any cash or a check. “I’ll just bring the receipt by the store.” Wow! Forty minutes later Anna came by with a receipt for $2.82. I paid her, offered her some sugar plums and vowed to return the favor when I had the chance.
You know, during the season when retailers hit the ground running from the start of the day until well past closing, these little gestures can totally turn a day around and I’m grateful for them; tomorrow I will buy someone a coffee.