I had one of those small-town-only moments the other day...
It's time to get my license plates renewed. Actually, Missouri has designed new plates (again), and I'll end up with brand new plates instead of a new sticker. Anyway, it's time to get my license plates renewed.
This is not easy because I have to go into town during office hours, which also happens to be school hours. By the time I leave school, the office is closed. Luckily, God gave us Good Friday.
I dropped off my car on my way to go shopping in the "big city" with my mother. I hadn't brought my renewal card, but that was no biggie. Now, I'm not sure if that is just a small town thing or if you can get by with that anywhere, but all I had to do was give them my name and addy so they could look up my info.
I meant to pay for the inspection when I dropped my car off, but totally forgot. Fast forward to 4:30 in the afternoon... We were driving home from the big city and we were not going to get back to town before the shop closed. All it took was one phone call.
Me: I'm not going to be able to make it back from "the big city" before 5.
Them: No problem. We'll leave your keys in the car.
Me: I'll be coming into town Monday morning to go to the license office, can I pay you then?
Them: That'll be fine. Don't worry about it.
Actually, it was much easier than that because I barely got out my question about paying them on Monday before she said that would be okay. I got to my car with the keys sitting in the seat on top of my inspection slip...only in a small town.
For more moments like this, check out Small Town Snapshot Sunday.