I hate small towns. After a few weeks of booming growth, I suddenly had no customers. I figured it was the approaching holiday season...that budgets were getting too tight for splurging on a convenience service. That's not it, Carl! So, in October, when business started trickling to a drip, I started looking for a part-time job to supplement my income. I tried not to take the decline to heart, and to keep a positive attitude. I am a bit self-conscious, so of course I had those nagging little thoughts that I had done or said something that had caused people to not want to call on me. Maybe my discomfort with social interaction was being picked up on, and people distrusted me because of that? Maybe the process was too complicated, and people were worried I was going to steal their money or something? Maybe someone more extroverted or well-known in the area had started their own errands service and were taking my business? But no...it was none of that. Like I said, I live in a small town. There is an interconnectedness that I really, REALLY didn't miss when I lived in the city. If someone likes you, everyone likes you; if someone doesn't like you, you become a pariah. And sentiments travel as quickly as gossip, and gossip travels faster than light. This isn't just a small town, either...it's a small town in the Bible Belt. Which means zero tolerance for any nonChristians. So, it doesn't really surprise me that I lost business so quickly and absolutely when my mother-in-law let it slip that I am not Christian. What does surprise me is that it was almost a month before I learned for myself what was going on. But I'm not going to concern myself with it...lesson learned. Hopefully, I can find somewhere else to settle down and try my hand at an errands service once again, but until then....I'm pretty excited to offer my services in corrections!