You get caught shoplifting a pregnancy test. The manager calls your parents.

You can’t stand small towns!

The fact you forgot to pay for the test, amongst your creams and pills and discount shampoo, is easily explained, but Scott ran to the phone without letting you open your mouth (or purse) to rectify things.

He was so keen to get his church choir fellows involved…
“Doris, is that you?… You’ll never guess what has happened”
He pauses, looking gleeful and busting with his news.
“Charlene is here…she bought a pregnancy test, well she didn’t buy it exactly but that’s not the point, all our prayers have been answered!”.
You look up confused, it’s not the point, he’s…happy? You realise you’ve mis-read this.
“Yep it’s true Doris, I think my boy has finally got the job done…yes…yes, you’re right, I’ll let her get home so we can know for sure”.
He starts to shoo you from the store still talking to your mum.
“You’re bang on with that Doris, they are certainly not getting any younger…”
His voice fades are you near your car, your blush doesn’t. You could live here for another 40 years and still not get used to everyone being in your business.