Nice t’Meetcha

A neighbor stopped by today. Looked at the fence Ralph and his friend Hugh had built six months ago, right after we moved in. Knocked on the door.
“You have to have a permit to build a fence.”
“Yes,” Ralph replied. Why bother telling the guy that we not only got the permit for the fence, and the shed and took the permit out of the living room window after the inspector approved them four months ago?
“I don’t see it posted anywhere,” announced Mr. Eagle Eye.
“We got one.”
“Hmph,” Mr. Eagle Eye harrumphed. “Well, I may just have to call Zoning.”
“Knock yourself out,” Ralph replied, shutting the door. “Nice to meet you, too.”
I can’t wait to get chickens.

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