After a very rainy but beautiful two days in Petrified Forest National Park, Yair and I stopped by the Holbrook Safeway to load up on groceries. As soon as we were back in the RV, I realized that we forgot to get milk. Yair sent me back inside for the last-minute grocery run as he whipped up some delicious edamame. Moments later, I had my first ever real small town experience.
There was a beautiful woman in her late 20s / early 30s standing in the check-out line right next to me. She reminded me of a famous actress, but I couldn’t figure out who. Commence conversation:
Ayo: You remind me of a famous actress, but I can’t figure out who. Do you get that a lot?
Woman: <Laughter> No, not really. But it’s nice of you to say so.
A man pipes up: She’s just going incognito as herself. Maybe she is the famous actress.
Woman: <More laughter> At a supermarket in Holbrook? That would be really incognito.
She turns back toward me.
Woman: But you’re not from around here. Where are you from?
Ayo: Do I have an accent? How can you tell?
Woman: I grew up in Holbrook. Everyone knows everyone.
Ayo: It’s really that small a town?
Woman: See that man in front of you? He owns the bowling alley and pizza store in town.
The man turns around and waves.
Woman: See the woman in front of him? I went to school with her son.
The woman at the front of the checkout line smiles.
Woman: See the man in the next line over? He teaches at the church.
We continued our conversation for a few minutes. She inquired about our travels and wished us luck.
Which brings me to the subject of this post… How do you know when you’re in a small town? When you can name every person in the check-out line with zero degrees of separation! 🙂
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