A fellow stopped at a rural gas station and, after filling his tank, he paid
the bill and bought a soft drink. He stood by his car to drink his cola and
he watched a couple of men working along the roadside. One man would dig a
hole two or three feet deep and then move on. The other man came along
behind and filled in the hole. While one was digging a new hole, the other
was 25 feet behind filling in the old.
The men worked right past the fellow with the soft drink and went on down
the road. “I can’t stand this,” said the man tossing the can into a trash
container and heading down the road toward the men. “Hold it, hold it,” he
said to the men. “Can you tell me what’s going on here with
this digging?”
“Well, we work for the highway department, beautifying the roadways,” one
of the men said.
“But one of you is digging a hole and the other fills it up. You’re not
accomplishing anything. Aren’t you wasting the taxpayers’ money?”
“You don’t understand, mister,” one of the men said, leaning on his shovel
and wiping his brow. “Normally there be three of us – me, Rodney, and Mike.
I dig the hole, Rodney sticks in the tree and Mike, here, puts the dirt
back. Now just because Rodney’s sick, that don’t mean that Mike and me can’t
work.”
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Dr Bob Griffin, www.grif.net
“Jesus knows me, this I love”