You know you live in a small town when...

Your bank calls you to wish you a happy birthday, and it's not an automated call.
Dogs sleep in the middle of the road and cars drive around them (this happens when I drive to school periodically).

In other news, neuro is grinding to a finish; our last exam is on October 2nd. I think it's safe to say that we're all pretty much ready for it to be over, although there are certainly a few budding neurologists in our crew who have emerged triumphant and glorious over the material. I, however, am not likely one of those people.