At the Newfields town meeting, the road agent asked the town to support the purchase of new steel strips for the blade of the snowplow. Seems the old ones were “all burned out.”
Old-timer says: “If you’d stop scraping that blade across the ground, t’wouldn’t wear out so fast.”
In other town business, Buddy and his wife were upset that the taxes on their house were so high. The upstairs was unfinished, and the taxes didn’t seem to reflect that.
Buddy went to the town offices at the time allotted for protesting tax bills. He sat and waited his turn. He was pretty steamed up. Ready to give it to ‘em both ways.
After a while the door opened and a police officer hauled a sputtering citizen away. Buddy rethought his impulse to give it to ‘em both ways.
He entered the office. Yes, indeed, he sought an adjustment to his tax bill. The head selectman said, “How long you been waiting?”
“About 40 minutes,” Buddy said.
“How about 50 bucks off?” the selectman said. “50 bucks an hour ain’t bad.”
Buddy agreed. And left peaceably.