I took my in-laws to the post office today so they could ship their back-up winter clothes they shipped here, in case it snowed, in June. They were still putting tape and labels on their 40-lb box, out of the line, when a man walked in and waited behind them. They politely let him know they weren't in line yet. His response was "Well, maybe by the time the two people in line get done you'll be ready. I'll save your spot just in case."
Within 5 minutes they were done and ready to get in line as 6 people had come in behind him. He still gave them their spot, which put them first in line. They took a while at the counter, inquiring about every price combination there was. As we left, we thanked the man, who then responded, "Hey, what's the point of living in a small town if we can't do things like this?"
The thing about living in a town with a population of 4000 is that you are guaranteed to see the same people all over the place. If you are rude and impatient, you'll be branded and remembered that way. If you are nice to every one who crosses your path, you'll hardly be noticed, which is a good thing, because then you belong.
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