Dig a hole
Fill it in
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(etc.)
An old man is sitting on his porch watching the world go by and sipping lemonaid.
A city truck pulls up across the street and a ways down.
The driver gets out, walks around the back and takes a shovel out of the back and then digs a hole at the roadside. The hole finished, he gets back in the truck and lights up a cig.
Nothing happens for 10 minutes.
Then the passenger gets out of the truck, walks around the back and grabs the shovel and fills in the hole. He throws the shovel back in the truck and gets back in the passenger’s side.
The truck starts and moves twenty feet up the road. The driver gets out, digs, gets back in; theres another 10 minute wait and then the passenger repeats his actions filling in the hole.
The truck starts and moves twenty feet up the road.
The old guy can’t take it any more so he picks up his cane and walks out to the street and approaches the driver who is on his way to get the shovel again.
The old man asks “What are you guys doing?”
“Planting trees.”
“What are you talking about?” asks the confused old guy.
“We’re the city tree crew and we’re planting trees along the road but the guy who puts the tree in the hole is out sick today.”
Good one. I'll be using that.
Many years ago, as a child growing up in Mass, we lived in a town that was notorious for such thinking. If it happened that a road would be repaved everyone knew that within the month the water or gas dept. would come along and dig up their line, leaving the newly paved road with a lumpy, scabrous patch. Happened every time sure as the sun coming up. It never occured to them to coordinate so that the trenching got done before the paving.