about being a small-town girl

I should have lied. I am good at it, why in the world did it not occur to me at that moment?! This afternoon, I went to request for a cedula from our brgy. I was surprised when she asked me how much my monthly salary is. I asked if she really needed to know. Yes. Without thinking twice, I said it, the amount. And the cedula cost me a lot more than it should have if I just told a little lie. darn. It's not the amount I paid (err, it was too pala.) More than that, I think it cost me some of my most-valued privacy too. I did not like the reaction she had when she learned of how much I make. One of the things I hate about being raised in a small town where people talk and people care, more than you want them to. Haaay.