I know I'm not in America...

Today I needed to pay our electricty bill. Most of the time our landlord will just pay it and then we'll pay him. This month he gave it to us to pay. I don't like doing stuff like that because customer service is not the best in places like that. I can't mail it because we don't have a post office really close, just a post office truck that stops at our market sometime in the morning. I've never actually caught the postal truck, but I hear it exists. So here is what I did. I took the bill to this roadside stand that sells tobacco and has a few regular phones you can use like a pay phone. I just took my bill to the shack, gave him the money for it (it was $20, which is a lot in Indian Rupees), gave him a 20 cent tips, and he says, "Okay, I'll take. Come back tomorrow for bill." I have no idea who the guy is, but someone once told me if you take a bill to him he'll have someone go pay it for you. I took them up on their suggestion, and totally trust the stranger to do it. Its funny to think about though, especially to try to put it into a scenario in the U.S. It would be about the equivalent of stopping at a person selling watermelons on the side of the highway and asking them (and trusting them) to go pay your car note for an extra 50 cents. Once again, culure is a funny thing.