On Sunday I walked down the street to a nearby house. I don't know any of the current residents, or at least, I don't know who's living there presently; I guess I might know some of them. I walked in the front door, heard some music playing upstairs, but continued to walk through the house to a little nook off of the living room area. I placed my week's money in the collection box, marked my name off (actually the name of a friend who no longer lives in town...) and took my supplies from their storage area. Walked out of the house, and down the street to home. No one in the house ever knew I was there, or cared, I'm sure. Another note to mention is that I don't know the suppliers, and they don't know me. I don't know very many of the other buyers. Its a completely honor-based system. But fairly efficient.
Are you curious yet? Want to know what I bought? Milk. Fresh, whole, raw milk and free-range farm-eggs. Someone picks up a load of said items from a farm each week, and various people have signed up to buy them, but have to go pick them up from a specified location. The humor of it just caught me this week, and I wanted to share it.
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3 comments:
hehehe. That's funny. And your blog looks really nice.
lol. Yummy, bring me some!
you're going to die of tuberculosis.
and salmonella.
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