This one is short and bitter sweet.

So a new"ish" friend is coming over for a visit, and since they have never been to my house before,  I explain to them that (from the direction they are coming from) they need to drive all the way through my town to the gas station before turning.

They innocently and curiously ask "Oh, so how many lights do I go through before I turn on your road."

"Uh, none."

"None?"

"Yep, none. We have no stop lights."


.... and thats the sort of day its been, in this small town. 

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