if hungry is what's eating you, i'll sell you peace of mind.
So I live in a very tiny town. (It is in Massachusetts, and does not even have a Dunkin Donuts. I rest my case.) scott_lynch and I just walked over to the tiny but TARDIS-like co-op to get some lunch, and while we were paying for a sammich and some spicy tomato wild rice soup, [Redacted,] one of the women who works there, asked me if my housemate [Redacted] happened to be at home.
My housemate [Redacted] happens to be on the town advisory board.
Anyway, [Redacted] at the co-op wanted me to ask my housemate [Redacted] if my housemate [Redacted] was in charge of the candy list (The town subsidizes Halloween candy for people who live on the Common, because we get literally thousands of trick or treaters), because [Redacted] and [Redacted] at the green house across the Common would like to be put on it this year.
I told her I didn't think so, and that I thought it was [Redacted], but my mom now tells me that [Redacted] resigned due to having had enough of shenanigans.
They ([Redacted] and [Redacted] at the green house) are in North Carolina right now, so they asked [Redacted] at the co-op to check. [Redacted] at the co-op asks my housemate [Redacted] call her at the co-op and let her know how best to proceed.
So I sent an email to my housemate [Redacted].
Typical village game of telephone. *g*