Election day in a small town

Man, you really can't get away with anything in a small town.

The wife and I went to vote today for the first time in our new district/town. We know virtually no one in town by name with the exception of the man who owns the gas station in the next town over and who works on our vehicles (he also happens to live about a mile down the road) and a member of the sales staff at the hardware store (also in the next town over) who lives maybe a mile and a half down the road. Oh, and the postmaster and the assistant postmaster who know almost everything about us while we know precious little about them.

Anyway, you would think that walking into the polling place for the first time we would have to show all sorts of proof (or at least our drivers' licenses)before we could vote. Wrong. No sooner did we walk in than the woman manning the registration books says hi and turns right to the page where our name appears without our even saying a word. She had overheard a conversation between my wife and the postmaster and caught our last name from that little snippet.

I guess I'm going to have to keep my nose clean and mind my Ps and Qs.