Your appliance guy walks in your open back door, replaces the part that caused the breakdown and leaves a note hanging on your door saying the appliance is fixed, all without you even seeing him. Happened today.
Your UPS guy just leaves your boxes in your kitchen. Happens all the time.
Your bank calls to remind you to come down and sign some papers. That would never happen in New York City.
One of the waitresses at a restaurant you get to about three times a year in a different town (!) knows you make amazing scones, even though she's never had them. I guess we'll have to do something about that.
Moving from the biggest city in the country to a really small town was certainly full of surprises. Most, like the above, have been good and make me smile.
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