You Know You're in a Small Town When...

1. Your pharmacist agrees to stay past closing time so you can pick up your children's antibiotics.
2. After handing you the trash bag full of antibiotics for all of your children, he wishes you well and comments that he lives on the same road that he sees listed on your insurance cards.
3. He calls you ten minutes later to say that he neglected to put said insurance cards (all eighteen of them...two per child) in said trash bag. But that's OK; he'll just drop them off on his way home.
4. When you say you are not at home but are on another errand, he offers to stick them in the back of your mailbox.
5. When he sticks them in the back of the mailbox (in the dark of night), a neighbor drives by, slows, and harasses him for messing with your mail.
6. When you arrive, the neighbor follows you up your driveway to make sure things are on the up-and-up and no one has been doing unsavory things with your mail.
7. When you see the pharmacist the next day (to pick up antibiotics for the adults in the household) and sheepishly apologize for your neighbor harassing him, he says, "That's OK. I just figured they had your back."

I wonder if he knows our bank teller (four houses down) or the pastor in the church two counties over who stopped by the church for a visit (end of the road) or the daughter of some church friends (across the road from the pastor)???

Of course he does.