The big move to Seymour (to the Escape the 80s House) looks like it’s going to happen in about 2 weeks. Within the past couple days, I’ve noticed 2 things that are insanely different than anything I’ve experienced in the Ville…
- Changing all the utility accounts into my name I came down to the final one –the City of Seymour’s sewer and trash service. I call the number provided and am told that I can’t start service over the phone. Really? Why? “Because we have to see your face.”
The electric company, cable company, gas company and even the CULLIGAN MAN didn’t care about seeing my face! Still, until I get into their office they are betting my dead uncle is a better source of payment than me. FAIL! Oh, and good luck with that. - Earlier this week I stop to water the flowers and chat with the contractor and find I’m the recipient of a bag that was hanging on the front door knob. I open the bag to find a bakery-box filled with ginormous cookies that look amazing. In addition, there was an envelope with a signed letter inside. It was from the local RE/MAX realtor firm asking me to welcome my new neighbor (the folks who just purchased the home about 2 doors down). You guys, in all the years I’ve lived in Crothersville not one business ever left cookies for me on my door knob. WIN!
Cool marketing — if I sell the house? I’ll think of RE/MAX. When I want cookies? The bakery’s phone number was on the box.
I don’t know if I’m excited (other than dreading the move, of course), or frantic, or scared. All I know for sure is I’m ready to get the show on the road.
