One of the reasons why I dislike taxes is because I frequently don’t feel like I’m getting my money’s worth. Let me highlight a short story of absurdity to illustrate a point.
There’s been a loose manhole a half block away from my house which has persistently gotten noisier over the years. What once was a dull thud turned into a CLACK CLACK as each car passed over.
The journey to fix the noisy manhole began on June 3, 2011 when I first called in to report the problem.
“Would you like to leave a name and number sir?” asked the operator.
“Sure, please just have someone fix the manhole, thx!” I responded.
One month later, still CLACK CLACK. “Howdy m’aam, I’m calling back regarding the noisy manhole.”
“Ah yes, we have a record that you called a month ago. The ticket is open and we’re getting someone to work on it.” said the operator.
Little did I know the process to fix the manhole would make my 100 day mortgage refinance seem like Usain Bolt winning a 100 meter dash!
WAITING AND WAITING FOR THE CITY TO DO SOMETHING