Anyone need a good laugh?
I'm pulling in to a restaurant parking lot last Friday - I answer my phone even though I didn't recognize the number... He is Q and I am Me...
Q: "Hello - is this ____ _____ ?"
Me: "Yes sir. How can I help you?"
Q: "This is Officer ____ ____ with the Sheriffs dept." "Do you own some land out on _____ _____ ?"
Me: "Yes sir. How can I help you?"
Q: "Can you tell me the story about the gravel on your Road out there?"
Me: "Hmmm. I'm not sure. What would you like to know...?"
Q: "We have a report from ____ ____ at the County Road and Bridge dept." "He says you are stealing it and putting it on your land."
Me: "Hmmmmmm. Not exactly."
Q: "We have a complaint filed - I can see similar gravel on your land - you should tell me what is going on."
Me: "I'd prefer to speak to Mr ____ " "It might be easier for me to explain."
moment of silence
Me: I say "Ah you know what - what the heck - I have nothing to hide..." "We went to our land two weeks ago and we noticed the roadway looked real nice on the approach but as we got closer to our ranch we noticed a line of gravel and huge clumps of dirt/grass literally sitting on the road." "...for some reason it was manicured real nice but it ended at our property line. It looked awful. So we returned last weekend and it was still there. So I took my tractor and box/scraper blade and went down the street trying to even it out. After dragging it several hundred feet I noticed I collected a whole lot of gravel. I had no idea what to do with it. I tried several times to get it organized and evened out - after a while of going back and forth - I gave up. So I took my FEL and lifted it and placed it on my land where my new driveway will be located." "I swear - it was an innocent mistake."
Realizing I just confessed to a crime I asked for the contact name and phone # at the County... I wrote it down... we went and we enjoyed lunch...
About an hour later when we were getting off the elevator my phone rang again... anther unfamiliar phone #... this time it was the woman at the County/Road & Bridge - she was calling to let me know about the culvert we had ordered. She said to buy 18" by a minimum of 20'. After we were done speaking I asked if she knew ____ ____ - she replied "Yes. He is my boss." I ask to be transferred. I start off with an apology and then I tell him my tale - then I offer to pay for any damage(s) - I was trying to keep the mood light - he made it easy enough - we talked about many topics - we spoke for almost an hour... he was a super nice guy... he laughed part of the time - he then admitted it isn't easy to work with a box blade and then basically said "no harm no foul" - he was glad to hear we weren't intentionally stealing their gravel...
It ends up - the County "carves" the edge of gravel roads after heavy rain storms - promotes better drainage - they return about a week later to remove the clumps of dirt & dead grass - I must have gotten to it before they did...
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Part of me feels embarrassed - the other part "not so much". Actually it is as funny today retelling it as it was on Friday when it actually happened...

Just another happenstance to make this whole tractor and ranch deal a little more exciting
