How do they decide??

Another schlep to the storage unit, and the Love Shack is mostly loaded.  One of the most strenuous parts of switching to 5th wheel mode: removing that solid fiberglass tonneau cover on the truck - it is heavy!  We took it off the truck (8 bolts hold it in place), put it on a dolly and wheeled it to the back of the storage unit, behind the HitchHiker (yeah, there is plenty of length in there).  With that done, Big Red moves from "sport truck" mode to hauling mode.

A few personal items to put in there, shut down the house, hook up the cargo trailer, and we'll be ready to roll.  On schedule.  What was that "no schedule when you're retired" thing I may have mentioned in the past??

So, what's that deciding bit in the title of this post?  Thanks for asking.  It's about 6 blocks from the swing bridge off our island to the gas station we normally patronize here (with the boat on the water and truck on land); that street has been riddled with potholes.  Riding the scooter on that street is like running a slalom course.

The city filled some of those potholes this week.  The key word in that sentence is: some.  It isn't like they left the smallest... or the biggest.  Really, they filled most of them.  Is there a pothole commission that decides which ones to leave?  As near as I can tell, it is pretty random... as in: 12 in a row filled, then leave one out; then 5 more and leave one unfilled.  I wonder if it was a conscious decision, or if they just weren't looking that close?  Decisions, decisions.  ;-)