In praise of farm supply stores
I went to our local farm supply today to get 25# of layer mix and a new poultry feeder. I asked for 25#, and the man behind the counter asked which truck was mine and he'd load it for me (by the way, I'm a white-haired, very strong, 60 year old woman). After paying for my purchases and having a nice chat about the weather, rain chances and chickens, I left. When I got home, I found that the 25# of mix came in a 50# bag, which he had half-emptied into some other container so he could sell me what I asked for. What service! I feel a little ashamed--I didn't know it came in 50# bags or I would have asked for that. He probably felt that I either didn't have many chickens or couldn't manage to lift the heavier bag.
I have never encountered nicer, more accomodating people than at local feed stores. People should buy farms so they can go to these wonderful stores!