Funny Conversation

 I don’t know about you but if I were to characterize my interactions with government workers over the years, it would not exactly bring a smile to my face or give me a warm fuzzy feeling. But then I’ve lived in other cities like Boston, Chicago, Phoenix, Dallas and Seattle. It has always been a nightmare to me to have to go down to the Department of Transportation to re-new a driver’s license or go to city hall about some ordinance issue. First, in those cities, there are long lines, typically interminable waiting periods and more often than not, surley clerical people who’s first words are “Next”…followed by “What do you want?”.

 The reason I’m rambling about this is I want to point out how lucky we are to be living in Idaho. The people here are so nice…so friendly. No names…I want to keep this anonymous. But I recently called an Idaho agency about an ag question and got a lady on the phone. She was very good and answered what I needed. But listen to other parts of the conversation when I called on Friday afternoon before Labor Day weekend. She was the only one there: “I think it’s impressive that you’re still working…You tell the Governor that OK? I’ll tell the Governor that. Hey I’m drinking right now. How do you like that? Beer. Well you know we have a brewery here in Idaho Falls. I didn’t know that. Yeah. Are you a beer drinker? Yes and my friends just opened that brewery. Now that we love each other, maybe you can talk to me. OK!”

 You get it. Idaho.