7/23/2008

Country Mouse, City Mouse Tales

I am a city girl married to a country guy (in his heart anyways). While, I don't think I could live happily more than a 15 minute drive from the grocery store/shopping/movies/etc., sometimes I think it would be nice to live where people know you better than the occasional wave. Craig recently told me a story from his high school days that truly exemplifies the small town life and the simplicity thereof.

He was driving home from a date or practice or something one night in his red T-Bird. The Sheriff came up behind him with sirens & lights, so he pulled over totally baffled as to why the Sheriff was after him. Apparently, news was a red T-Bird was stolen that day in the next county. (In Kentucky, you aren't from a "town" unless its' population is like 100,000+. When asked where you are from, you give your county name.)
So, did the Sheriff run his plates? No
Have Craig get out of the car to undergo questioning & possible search? No
Sheriff walked up to the window & asked: "Who's your Dad?"
Craig answered.
Sheriff: OK, get on home.

And there you go. That's simple. You know who the good ones are just by knowing who their father is.

6 comments:

Kim Thomas said...

That is an awesome story!

Queen B said...

LOL, that is great!

Jinjer said...
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Jinjer said...

Very cool story! I am with you - total city girl.

Anonymous said...

Wow, the good old days, I think our kids are missing something. Love, Aunt Rae

Ann said...

Excellent story! Sounds like the very small town I grew up in! Except when I got pulled over, they said, "Oh, it's you. Get home!" :)