The neatly dressed man from Washington, tapped Joe the Plumber on the shoulder and said, “Good news, sir, you’re part of the stimulus program.”
“How, so?” Joe asked.
“Well, you’re a plumber, right?”
“Yes.”
The man from Washington grinned and snapped open his attache case and pulled out a contract. “We need to have the Community Pool repaired. It’s a ’shovel ready’ project that will get the country moving again. But we need to start right away. So sign here.”
Joe’s business was a little slow so he looked over the contract, felt confident he could meet the requirements, signed on the dotted line and said, “I’ll get started right away.”
A Few Weeks Later
Joe was walking around the project with the building inspector, getting the final approval on the project. As they completed their circuit, the man from Washington showed up. “How’s it going?”
“It’s looks like we passed the inspection,” Joe said, “and we’ll be cleaning up now.”
“Great,” the young man said pulling two envelopes out of his attache case. “Here, you go.”
Now Joe recognized what looked to be a check so he opened that first. “Wow, that was fast.” Smiling, he folded it over and put it in his shirt pocket. He then looked down at the other envelope, and glanced quizically at the government man, who was looking at the pool, “What’s this?”
“That? Oh, that’s your tax bill.”
“Tax bill? What tax bill?” Joe ripped open the envelope. “$19,000!!! What the hell is this?”
The Washington man looked sadly at Joe. “Well how did you think the stimulus package got funded? The Federal government gets its money from taxes.” Getting no reaction from Joe, he burst out laughing, “Did you think Uncle Sam was sitting on some massive inheritance? Do the math: $800 billion bailout, 3.5 million jobs, that’s $228,000 per job. Since you only got one month’s work out of this we divided it by 12, thus $19,000″
“How am I supposed to pay for this?”
The Washington man looked genuinely insulted. “Don’t worry about it. There’s no time limit. What you can’t pay, your kids will pay, and then your grand kids.” He snapped closed his briefcase, shook his head as he turned to walk away and muttered, “What an ingrate.”