Maurice stopped at a country gas station. While filling his tank, he watched a couple of men working along the road. One man would dig a hole about three feet deep and then the other man would fill it. Then the first man would dig a new hole and the second man would fill it. After about five holes were dug and filled, Maurice said to the men, "Can you tell me what's going on here? One of you is digging a hole and the other is filling it up. You're not accomplishing anything. Aren't you wasting the county's money?"
"You don't understand, mister," the first man said, as he wiped his brow. "Normally there's three of us—me, Vijay, and Charley. I dig the hole, Vijay sticks in the tree, and Charley here puts the dirt back. But today Vijay got sick and stayed home."
"Yeah," said Charley. "But just because Vijay isn't here doesn't mean the two of us can't do our jobs, does it?"
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