More Small Town Service

You may remember my post about the friendly mail lady who signs for your packages if you're in the shower. If you haven't read that one and would like to, find it here. Maybe you just want to read it again!

I have another story to go along with that one. This one involves garbage. We have garbage pick up on Friday mornings, usually between 10 and 11. Since we live outside of the city, we use a private company and paid for our whole year of garbage pick-up back in January. (Otherwise we'd get a monthly bill...which is one more thing for me to lose.) Chad rolls the can to the street on Fridays before he goes to work and rolls it back in when he gets home. This past week we had a lot of garbage because Chad recently cleaned out the garage. So the garbage can was brimming with refuse.

Last Friday he forgot to roll it out. Here is where the Small Town Service kicks in.

Some of the kids were playing in the front yard when the garbage truck arrived. He pulled up, stopped, honked, and waited for Daniel to roll the monster out to him! What garbage man waits for an 8-year-old boy to roll 100 pounds of garbage to the street? A garbage man in Idaho!

Daniel stood by and waited for the can to come back down and then rolled it back to the house. He told me about it afterward. We sure were grateful that he was so thoughtful as to honk and that Daniel was out there at that time to get it to the street. We probably would have had to make a trip to the dump otherwise.

So how else is this country living going to bless our lives? We already have special delivery and special pick-up. Maybe we could get special skunk trapping. We could really use that.

A scrapbook page from today. (In case you were interested.)

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Small Town Service

We live in the country. But the closest town to us only has about 400 ish people (as of the last census). The next closest town has about 4,000. That's a city compared to where we are. One of the ladies that delivers our mail is also the Relief Society President at church. When she has a package to deliver and no one answers her knock, she pops her head in the door with a "yoo hoo" and sets the mail inside.

Yesterday, I wasn't home when she stopped by with a package. She called me that afternoon and explained that she had forgotten to leave a slip in the mailbox. She could deliver it in the morning or we could pick it up at the Post Office. (The PO is about the size of large storage shed.) I told her it's fine to just leave it on the porch. She said she wasn't sure if that was ok because sometimes the weather can be bad.

Anyway, I knew she was coming sometime between 9 and 10 this morning. That was the same time I finally got a chance for a shower. So, OF COURSE, that's when she showed up. I was drying off and heard her calling from the front door. The package needed to be signed for. When I told her that I was in the shower, she offered to sign for me! What service!