Tax Dollars at work
A fellow stopped at a rural gas station and, after filling his gas tank, paid the bill and bought a soft drink. He stood by his car to drink the soft drink and watched a couple of men working along the roadside.
One man would dig a hole two or three feet deep and move on. The other man would move along behind him and fill in the hole. They moved down the road past the gas station while digging and filling, digging and filling. The man finished his drink, saying, "I can't stand this."
He headed down the road toward the men, hollering, "Hold it. Hold it. Can you tell me what is going on here?"
"Well," one of the men drawled, "we work for the county."
"But one of you is digging a hole and the other comes along and fills it up. You're not accomplishing anything! Aren't you wasting the County's money?"
"Mister, you don't understand," one of the men said, leaning on his shovel. "Normally there's three of us -- me, Rodney and Mike. I dig the hole, Rodney sticks in a tree and Mike fills in the hole. Now just because Rodney's sick, that don't mean me and Mike can't work."