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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*

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I'm reminded of the time when I was in a convenience store in Wyoming when the phone rang, and the cashier answered it, and then told the teen she was ringing up, "It's your mom."

Way less byzantine, but still pretty small town.
When I was a young teenager, I once left my watch at the school swimming pool that I was at with my cousins (during the summer break). I hadn't actually noticed that it was missing for a couple of days, and didn't know where I might have left it. However, when someone calling the local manual exchange asked for our old phone number (engraved on the back of the watch, and no longer a valid number), my Aunt was the telephone operator, and recognised the number.
Watch recovered, and I didn't get it trouble with my Gran, who gave watches to her many grandchildren when they turned 12!