Here’s what I love about living in a small town: when you stupidly leave your wallet on top of the self-checkout kiosk at Wal*Mart, some good-hearted soul will turn it in and the management will keep it locked in their safe until you realize 24 hours later that you have lost said wallet. They will be kind and not mock you when you come to pick it up.
True story.
One of my favorite Seward stories to tell is from back in college. I had left my ATM card in the machine (this was olden times, when the machine would eat your card, spit out money, then spit out the card) and the person who used the machine after me took out $300 and returned both the card and the money to my bank, with an after-school special-type message about what could have happened had a non-trustworthy person found my card.
I love my town.