stupid small-town mentality

i'm flatsitting for a friend in mid-country nowhere, in a very small hamlet.  they have everything you need--fast food, grocery, pharmacy, bank, library... the only problem is the hours.  why is it the pharmacy thinks they can close for two hours in the middle of the day?  i need a prescription filled.  i can't be waiting around to drop it off, and then wait around to pick it up the next day.  i want it now.  but nooooo.  they open for a couple of hours in the morning, and a couple more hours in the afternoon.  how is that helpful?!

the grocery store stays open til 10pm, but they charge an arm and a leg for everything.  more than £2 for a small jar of peanut butter? no plain vanilla ice cream?  shelves empty with no idea when they'll restock?  i guess when they have a captive market they think they can get away with anything. 

and the fast food joint, as well as the restaurants and delivery places, charge more than anywhere else i've been.  captive market again?  perhaps.  in a hamlet that can't possibly be more than 1 mile square, why do they think they can charge £3 and more for delivery?  that's outrageous. 

mostly i'm just frustrated.  it costs too much to get the bus into the next city over (20 minutes, £4.90 return), so i can't even easily go get things cheaper.  or with more variety.  or whatever. 

i hate small towns.

angry auntie!!

i am furious, and upset, and there is nothing i can do about it but wait. 

my nephew, who is nearly four, is in preschool in the states.  yesterday, he had a poo accident at school.  at morning play time, which is the first fifteen or twenty minutes of school.  his teacher either didn't notice, or didn't do anything about it if she did notice... so my poor bubbs had to spend the whole morning (nearly three hours!) in dirty pants.  that just isn't right. 

i mean, i know that cleaning up a 4 year old's accident isn't going to be pleasant.  but kids have accidents.  this is the only time it's ever happened in school, and my sister only lives about five minutes away.  at the very least, they should have called her to come and get him or come and change him.  but this is a health hazard--for my bubbee and for the other kiddos in the class.  and it's just irresponsible on the part of the teacher. 

on top of that, as if that weren't bad enough, when my sister was trying to find out from him what happened, he said that he didn't tell either of his teachers because he didn't want anyone to know his secrets.  that has me worried, as well.  has someone said or done something to make him feel so embarrassed, or like he shouldn't trust people, or like he has to protect himself from others?  i know he had to have been embarrassed by the accident, but is that all it is?  it's breaking my heart, because there is nothing i can do from another continent. 

i am angry.  i am upset.  i am worried.  and i'm waiting to hear what happens when my sister confronts the teacher about it today...