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Five Men, Two Roads, and A Long Ride Home



While on my merry way to church this happy morning, I noticed something about two roads, which I shall call X and Y to protect the guilty, that are currently being worked on. I noticed that while there are several large pieces of construction equipment lying around, there was no sign of any improvement on the road since I’d driven by a week ago. I commented on this to my father. After some debate, we came to the conclusion that Road Y is being worked on by the same company that has been working on Road X since the beginning of time. Apparently, there are five men between the two roads, and several large bulldozers, tractors, cranes and the like to give the appearance of progress. Or perhaps just so they look manly. I really don’t know. Anyway, this company must have two men working each road, with the fifth spending the entire day commuting, making sure the pairs at each site look busy.

It was then pointed out to us that it was a Sunday; construction crews don’t operate on Sundays. Well, duh. But still. I expected to see a little improvement: perhaps another tree missing, the ubiquitous large piles of dirt and/or gravel that appear at every road construction site, a bulldozer that had moved two feet since my last seeing it. But nay. It had the general appearance of a ghost town. If the definition of town has been changed to “two men in hardhats with a third appearing sporadically to make sure they still have their hardhats on.”

In all seriousness, I know that it must be a difficult task for those crews, working tirelessly to make our driving experience easier in the long run. In fact, the government has graciously decided to chip in money for a blue highway sign that says, “You half cent spending tax at work.” It made me truly proud to know that my half-cent spending tax was going towards putting up a sign that told me my half-cent spending tax was at work.

So we continued on, having learned that five men, if given all eternity, can look like they’re rebuilding two roads.

Next time, I’ll take highway Z.


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Heaven doesn't want me and Hell's afraid I'll take over.


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