You've
just driven over
that same pothole
for the tenth time.
And you've had it.
This time, you vow
to write a letter
to the city complaining
about road conditions.
As a taxpayer, you've
seen your money
go to public art
installations, homeless
shelters, and arcane
funding causes,
but repairs to that
one pothole ruining
your $60 alignment
are in short supply.
And this time you're
going to make your
voice heard.
You're
thinking to yourself,
"If the government
can spend millions
on a toilet seat,
there's no reason
to skimp on the
70 cents worth of
asphalt necessary
to fill the holes
within a 3-mile
radius of my driveway."
Sounds
reasonable, doesn't
it? But let's see
a show of hands...
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How many
of us have actually
gone home, parked
the car, gone inside,
and researched the
address for the
appropriate agency,
bureau, committee,
subcommittee, or
task force responsible
for the minor ills
that irritate us
daily? (It seems
half the battle
is determining which
agency does what.)
And then
there's the time
it takes to write
the letter. Before
you know it, you're
driving around that
same pothole the
next morning, wishing
someone else would
write the letter
and resolve the
situation.
Well,
now you can take
matters into your
own hands.
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