Apr
1
2010
Blonde Social Worker
Posted by: JesterA Blonde social worker from a big city recently transferred to the Mountains of North Carolina and Georgia.
She was on the first tour of her new territory when she came upon the smallest cabin she had ever seen.
Intrigued, she went up and knocked on the door. “Anybody home?” she asked.
“Yep,” came a kid’s voice through the door.
“Is your father there?” asked the social worker.
“Pa? Nope, he left afore Ma came in,” said the kid.
“Well, is your mother there?” persisted the social worker.
“Ma? Nope, she left just afore I got here,” said the kid.
“But,” protested the social worker, “are you never together as a family?”
“Sure, but not here,” said the kid through the door, “this is our outhouse!”
