Let's hear it for small towns, everybody!

Here's the thing about Hayward: It's a small town. But it's easy to forget that, sometimes.. with everyone so spread out and so many different places to do and people to see, it can be easy to get into your own little bubble and stop being aware of just how tiny this place actually is.

Until, of course, you move back up here and the guy you dated last fall starts working for your dad...and then you end up sitting down next to his now girlfriend's dad at your favorite bar...and then you run into this ex and his now girlfriend at the grocery store this afternoon on the one day when you thought, "Eh. I don't need to do my hair or makeup before I run to the store for this week's edition of US Weekly! Who am I gonna see at 3 in the afternoon, yeah?"

Luckily for me, I got out of my car around the same time they got out of their car, and we stared at each other for the same amount of time to make sure it was really each other, and then looked away at the same time in an effort to try to pretend that we didn't recognize each other, and then I did this weird "Oh, what's in my purse that I'm trying to find so I don't end up walking in right next to you?!" stop-and-go thing in the parking lot, and then I pretended that I didn't even see them because I was just so busy getting the one thing that I came to the store for, which the store ended up not even having (Come ON, Hayward, with prompt delivery of weekly magazines! We do not live in the North Pole. We should not be three days behind than everyone else), so then I walked out without buying anything, which I don't think they saw but knowing my luck they totally did and thought that I was probably running out because I didn't want to run into them again while perusing the produce section, which actually, when it comes right down to it, is pretty much the truth.

So yeah! That was pretty fun. Let's hear it for small towns, everybody!