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The town I grew up in sucks. It is the ideal image of a small country town full of rednecks and ignorant people. However, at least when they commit robberies, they are nice about it. I don't know who the guy is but the store is on Highway 25 and is called Hudd's Shell Station.

I think her boss will be mad at her for leaving so much in the register at night. I guess it could be small bills but he asked for the larger ones and it seem like a pretty good wad.

I hate my home town too. I would wager that most people hate their home town.

I love my home town. It's a small country town, probably a lot like the other ones in this thread. There's rednecks and ignorant people of course, just like everywhere else. There's also some of the most wonderful, most intelligent, and kindest people I've ever met anywhere. Plus it's beautiful country, I can breathe there, and stretch my limbs, so to speak.

I love a lot of other places too though, and I like getting around and seeing what else the world has to offer, so I'm rarely there anymore. It doesn't mean I don't still love it though.

I don't hate country towns per se but I don't care too much for my own hometown. It's not full of ignorant people or anything like that. It's just that I never felt like I was part of that community.

I like small country towns. full of good people with family values and good christian ones.

...except for the ones that aren't. Generalization is general.

Small towns are great if you're exactly like everybody else. Otherwise, it's like being the loser of the world's most boring popularity contest.

warpcrafter wrote:Small towns are great if you're exactly like everybody else. Otherwise, it's like being the loser of the world's most boring popularity contest.

Except for the ones that aren't like that, right?

I am just glad I didn't grow up in a really big city, I can't imagine being a very happy person living in New York for instance... I hate the concrete jungle, not a single meal to be hunted; unless you count politicians, but I can't imagine them tasting very good.

Wrexasaur wrote:I am just glad I didn't grow up in a really big city, I can't imagine being a very happy person living in New York for instance... I hate the concrete jungle, not a single meal to be hunted; unless you count politicians, but I can't imagine them tasting very good.

I actually loved NYC when I was there!

My home town (Las Vegas) was a small city growing up (about 400k), easy on traffic, everybody was good overall (just stay away from the burn-outs and mafia) and it had a rural (if hot in summer) feel. I love the open desert when it's not 110+ but not Vegas so much. Now it is 1.8million (one of the fastest growing cities in the US) and all the problems that go with it, the rural ascetic is long gone.

lord_sutekh wrote:...except for the ones that aren't. Generalization is general.

I'm not sure what the point is here.

warpcrafter wrote:Small towns are great if you're exactly like everybody else. Otherwise, it's like being the loser of the world's most boring popularity contest.

For me, the issue of "being different" in the usual teenager way wasn't quite it. There were all sorts of people who didn't "fit in" (i.e., goths, homosexuals, etc) who actually fit right in. Superficially, I fit in, too. I just never felt a connection to the place that was supposed to be my hometown. It didn't feel like home. I've come to believe the cliche that home is were you make it. Just expecting a place to be "yours," no matter how long you've lived there, isn't enough.

I had two attempted robberies kinda like this many years ago.

The first bone head pulled a big ass ruger black hawk. I could see the light reflecting through the EMPTY chambers in the cylinder. And he hadnt even cocked the empty gun.

He didnt even say anything coherent, except 'Money'

So I said "Im sorry sir, we dont sell bullets for guns like yours here. And the bullets in my gun wont fit."

He failed his Ld check and disembarked from my store.

The second one was a little scarier, as it was at 3 am, and 3 skeezy lookin guys cased out my store. Two went out and waited in the running car, and then the third stood in the back before walking up to my register and pulling his shirt tight so I could see the grip of a pistol in his waistband. Luckily, Im paranoid- and already had my hand on my Glock in my purse. He was at least smart enough to put his hands up and back away & out the door. It later turned out they had assaulted a park ranger earlier in the day and thats where they got the gun. I called the police on that one. By admitting I had a gun I got fired(company policy). Nice eh?

But, robbery attempts aside, the lil town I grew up in was small, and pretty narrow minded. But many of the freinds I made there- are my best freinds to this day. How many people have had the same best freinds for 20 years?