Over Black Coffee and Gunpowder Tea
served with
Someone from the government there to help.
The Tiny Cabin
A social worker from a big city in Massachusetts was transferred to the mountains of West Virginia.
On the first tour of her new territory 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 a’fore Ma came in,” said the kid.
“Well, is your mother there?” persisted the social worker.
“Ma? Nope, she left just a’fore I got here,” said the kid.
“But,” protested the social worker, (thinking that surely she would need to intervene in this situation)
“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.
