I bitch about living in a small town, oh, only every single day. Having always lived in big cities*, living in a place like A2 requires quite an adjustment. As in, everyone here is usually so nice, it’s sickening. But then again, I received this via e-mail last evening.
Just thought I’d let you know that I found your license, a caremark card and a photo on the floor that seem to belong to you. I’ll be turning them in to the lost and found sometime later today, so you can pick them up there after today.
Random kind soul
That’s it people. Random kind soul had found some of my stuff, looked up my name on a directory, figured out how to get in touch ASAP, actually did it, and returned my things. I mean, it’s events like this and that one time I left 800$ worth of camera equipment on a bus (and had it returned to me) that makes living in a small town almost bearable.
*Big city — A large, crowded place where everyone’s self centered, mean and always in a hurry. A place where they’re open to admitting they don’t really care about you, and if you happened to drop dead in your apartment, they wouldn’t realize anything was up until they caught a whiff of your rotting corpse, some 3 weeks later.