About 4 years ago I got hit by a young teen who threw an egg at us as we were riding in Acton! They were crouching behind a short stone wall on their property. I didn't know what it was, so we stopped and rode back to the scene and found the remains of the egg shell. We rang the doorbell, but the kids were scared, so didn't answer. So I looked in the mailbox and found out the name of the family. I should have called the police, but I didn't. Now it's an unusual name; I won't say it, but I know that part of this family owns a used car dealership near here. About a month later I was at the pharmacy and parked next to a car that had the same name on their vanity license plate. So, I left a note on the car. I signed my name and the woman called me. It turned out it was her brother-in-law's kids who were giving him a hard time after a divorce. She thanked me profusely for relating the incident and the kids had to apologize to me.
That's why I love living in a small town. The woman recognized my name from being on the school council at the regional HS (This happened when I lived in Boxborough).



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. I've even asked someone to hit me with a hose as I went by. The guy was rinsing off the sidewalk outside of his business, and he said, "What? Really?" "YES!!" "ok..." 
