yet another small town story

[ilanarama]

I was cleaning off my desk (for, er, rather liberally interpreted values of "cleaning off") this weekend, and I found the little card from the county clerk's office (they handle vehicle registration here) that I was supposed to have sent in with the check I sent in last Friday to renew my license plates, except that apparently I forgot to stick it into the envelope. I didn't write the plate number or anything else on the check. So yesterday I called the county clerk's office in a panic to ask what I needed to do.

They transferred me to a cashier. I gave my name and explained my problem.

"That's the 2001 Ford van, right? No big deal, we figured it out already and your sticker's in the mail." (And it was in my mailbox that afternoon, yay!)

I love living in a place small enough (with county workers unbusy enough) that when the county clerk's office gets a random check they look you up in their records and figure out what it was that you were intending to pay!

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[weaverbird]

I grew up in a town like that. It's wonderful, innit?

Once my little sister and I got a letter from our cousins in the next state (we were all under the age of 10 at the time) and the address lacked our last name. In careful block letters it read, "To the Misses G___ and H___" and it got to us just fine. Another time we got a letter addressed simply "to the owner of the burros". *g*

[ilanarama]

Oh, hee. I am not sure that would work here, but it might!