A fun email

I got this one from my PDOC::


A social worker from a big city in Massachusetts recently transferred to the mountains of North Carolina and Georgia and was on the first tour of her new territory when she came upon the tiniest cabin she had ever seen in her life. Intrigued, she went up and knocked on the door. ‘Anybody home?’ she asked.

‘Yep,’ came a kid’s voice through the door.

‘Is your father there?’ asked the social worker.

‘Pa? Nope, he left afore Ma came in,’ said the kid.

‘Well, is your mother there?’ persisted the social worker.

‘Ma? Nope, she left just afore I got here,’ said the kid.

‘But,’ protested the social worker, ‘are you never together as a family?’

‘Sure, but not here,’ said the kid through the door. ‘This is the outhouse.’

Government workers are so very smart. Aren’t you overjoyed that they’ll soon be handling all our financial, educational and medical dilemmas?

10 Comments on “A fun email

  1. I remember outhouses quiet well. Using a branch with leaves still on it to swish around before sitting down to get rid of any spiders, and taking newspaper with you to wipe. And the aroma…

  2. Scott,we are gluttons for punishment as far as the browns go.Health Care,hopefully it will not be any worse than medicare.

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