Where Everybody Knows Your House
April 5th, 2012
And now, a brief vignette in what I suspect will become an ongoing series around the theme of — “You know you live in a small town when…”
I’d been told that the wee country town we’re moving to didn’t have home mail delivery (on account of its aforementioned wee-ness) and so I called the post office yesterday to inquire about setting up a post office box. I had a lovely conversation with a nice lady named Regina that went something like this.
Me: Hi there! My husband and I will be moving to SmallTownUSA next month. I understand there isn’t home delivery of mail. Can you tell me how to set up a post office box?
Regina: Well, that’s true. We don’t deliver to SmallTownUSA. But the SlightlyLargerTownUSA post office delivers to some addresses. Whereabouts will you be living?
Me: I’m not positive of the address. My husband’s going to be the new pastor of CountryChurch and we’re going to live in the parsonage.
Regina: Oh! CountryChurch. Yeah, I know where your house is. Hey, Sally* does SlightlyLargerTownUSA post office deliver to CountryChurch?
Sally: Yeah, I think they do. But that house doesn’t have a mailbox. They’ll need to get one.
Me: Why, thank you!
And that’s how you know you live in a small town.
*Her name wasn’t really Sally. I can’t remember what it was.