Despite the fact that we just got a Home Depot and a Super WalMart in our town, and despite the fact that the locals are feeling pretty darn proud of the fact that we're really a city now, it's an undeniable fact that our 'city' is full of small town folks.
After a long hard day of waitressing, I went out to lunch by myself and reveled in the quietness and warmth of my little corner table. The food was superb, I didn't have to get my own water, and I didn't have to remember a single thing. Across the room from me a British couple who moved here quite a few years ago had ordered two cups of soup and a side of corn fritters. Two ladies who could by no means make up their minds what to order sat at the table next to them. When the food arrived for the British, one of the other ladies jumped up and asked what on earth they ordered. She was wild about corn fritters, but had never tried these, so the British couple gave her a bite of theirs, with their fork.
Correct me if I'm mistaken, but that could only happen in a small town.