When your adult daughter walks into the local post office and is told, "Hand over fifty cents Juli, you and your Mother have got to have some one cent stamps out there."
It apparently has taken a while for the news of a postage increase to reach the farm.
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What postage increase?
Aren't you glad you don't live in a big city! Almost everyone in town knows you, most are nice to you (the thing about 'good guys').
Our postal clerk also does that for us rather than have them come back as 'insufficient postage.'
We probably owe her a couple of bucks. (Montgomery population is 847 but we live at RR 12.)
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Various family members included stamps (41 cent ones) with my gifts at Christmas. I think they are still under the illusion that I write letters the way I used to - pre-computer. As a result, I will have many, many 1 centers to buy now. I started with a dollars' worth, but that doesn't even make a dent.
I bought 100 of the forever stamps before they went up. That will keep me for awhile. At least I saved a little.
Small town living just can't be beat!
I'm with Rachel. I stocked up on Forever Stamps before the increase. I get annoyed when I have to buy one cent stamps and add them to the old ones.
Small town life has its pros and cons. We've lived in small towns and big towns and medium sized towns. I prefer the medium sized towns.
You just can't beat a small town!!! I love walking into John Deere and being greeting by name, even though many people are standing in line before me.
I hadn't realized just how small a town I'd moved to until I was buying balloons at the local drugstore the morning of my daughter's birthday party and the woman behind the counter -- whom I didn't know from Eve -- wished my daughter, by name, a happy birthday. I stared at her dumbly until she explained that her granddaughter would be at the party, it was the only one she knew of that day, and that she was sure it'd be a hit. That pleased me greatly. Once the weirdness had worn off. :)
Also, a disproportionate number of people in my small town seem very concerned about my lawn. Comparing it, very unfavorably, I'm afraid, to how my predecessor tended it before I bought the place. He had lots of time on his hands and "knew what he was doing"; I successfully killed my postage-stamp-sized lawn (see how I made this about stamps, Cliff?) back in the East each year just by looking at it, I don't know how I thought I could keep up with several mowable acres.
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