A wholesaler in Chicago sent a letter to the postmaster of a small town in Mississippi. He asked for the name of an honest lawyer who would take a collection case against a local debtor who had refused to pay for a shipment of the wholesaler’s goods. He received the following reply:
Dear Sir:
I am the postmaster of this town. I am also an honest lawyer and ordinarily would be pleased to accept a case against a local debtor. In this case, however, I also happen to be the person you sold those defective goods to. I received your demand to pay and refused to honor it. I am also the banker you sent the draft to draw on the merchant, and I sent that back with a note stating that the merchant refused to pay. If I were not currently substituting for the pastor of our local church, I would tell you exactly what I thought of your claim.
Sincerely,
Howard G. Hackett, Jr.
bluebird of bitterness 
That’s why I do not like small towns! lol
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Now I understand a bit more about “small town America.”
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In a small town everybody knows everybody.
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Having family in small towns, I can relate. Too funny,
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And he lived, I’m guessing, in the town of Hackett, Mississippi.
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More than likely. 🙂
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I wanna move there! Small town living for me. I hate medium or big towns.
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My attitude toward big cities is that they can be fun to visit, but I’m very thankful that I don’t live in one — now more than ever.
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Another one I simply have to steal!
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Steal away. I did. 🙂
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Oh, no!
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What a well-trained beastie. 😀
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