Well, I did not see Barney, but I swear I went to Mayberry today. Me and my boss went to get a good customer's car from their house in a very small town to service it while they were out of town. We could not find the house...

So we asked the first person we saw where Mr. 'Smith's' house was, and the lady said we were too late, they left this morning to go to 'a vacation spot'. So my boss just tells her we are here to pick up their car to service it, so she gives us directions. My boss did not listen, and went to the wrong house. As we were pulling in, the owner of the house was pulling out, so he asked her where Mr. 'Smith's' house was, we followed her, she turned on her blinker to show us which house it was.

So we finally get there, and the key is supposed to be under the mat by the back door, it is not there! Nope, the key is in the Mercedes...

Beautifull! small town America still exists in some places.

It was like a trip back in time.

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