A fellow stopped at for gas and, after filling up, he paid the
bill and bought 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 about 25 feet
behind filling in the old.
Completely mystified, the fellow walks up to workers and say,
"OK.. hold it," he said to the men. "Can you tell me what's
going on here with this digging?"
"Well, we're union, and we work for the state," 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
county's money?"
"You don't understand, mister," one of the men said, leaning
on his shovel and wiping his brow. "Normally, there's three of
us--me, Freddie, and Tom. I dig the hole, Freddie places in
the tree, and Tom here puts the dirt back. Union says that
just because Freddie's out sick, that don't mean that Tom & me
shouldn't work!"
     
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