Ah, small town life…
When you come into town for some propane and a couple of battery cables, you may encounter a couple of ladies running a bake sale. If this is the case you should definitely stop, because there’s a good chance that:
* You know them at least casually, and the odds of racking up good will or its opposite are very high.
* They’re raising money for something specific, and somebody out there considers it a supremely good cause. Like “Bake Sale to Pay for Baby Funeral.” Yeah, they do that here.
* Nobody asked permission from anybody but the property owner, and ain’t no cop gonna come by and hassle them unless he wants to find himself patrolling the Rez border every night for the next six months, because the townie cops know better and the sheriff won’t enjoy the phone calls he’d get. So illegal schmillegal.
* These ladies can really bake.
Gad, these are good brownies…
