I just had the most charming small-town experience – at an auto repair shop, of all places. It went like this:
Ring, ring. “Can you do a trip check on my van before we get on the highway?”
“Yep. But I can’t get to it until around 9 o’clock.” Well, at 9:07 my van was hoisted on the rack.
“How long will it take?”
“Oh, 20 or 30 minutes.” Amazingly, my van was being lowered from the rack in 22 minutes.
“How much will it cost? Three hundred bucks?” I hoped I was joking.
“Twelve,” he said.
As I was walking out the door, he said “have a save trip, George.” And so did two strangers in the tiny waiting area. “Have a safe trip, George,” they echoed.
I love this town.