Small Town Big Heart America
I live in a small town, the kind where everyone knows everyone.
My friend sent me a letter. On the envelope, she accidentally put my parents’ street number but my street name.
The postman knew my parents well, and asked them to give me the letter. It still got to me on time. Best part of small-town America.
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?