Hammer of god

We've had our share of lightning storms the last couple of days. Fortunately, the lightning strings weren't too near the house. That's a relief.

Town hall wasn't so lucky. First lightning hit the phone pole to the north of the building. Soon after the telephone pole to the south was also hit. Every printer in the town clerk's office fried. They were working on it. My town is so small that the IT professional is a nice lady who volunteers her time.

I strolled into the place to pay a bill and only then did I realize the chaos the place was in. In spite of that, they set everything aside to deal with me. After about a half dozen attempts to print out a receipt with the one functioning printer in another office, they gave up. Instead, they hand wrote a receipt.

The clerk did ask if that as all right with me. I assured them it was. She promised to mail a printed receipt as soon as the printers were sorted out. There's no doubt in my mind that's what will happen. Believe it or not, they are pretty trustworthy people. Competent too.

That's another reason I like living in a small town.

-Sixbears