An amusing forward
"" A west Texas cowboy was herding his herd in a remote pasture when
suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him. The
driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses
and YSL
tie, leans out the window and asks the cowboy,
"If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves
you have in your herd, will you give me a calf?"
The cowboy looks at the man, obviously a yuppie,
then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "Sure,
Why
not?"
The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell
notebook computer, connects it to his AT&T cell phone, and surfs to a
NASA page on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite
navigation
system to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to
another
NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.
The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe
Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg,
Germany.
Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm
Pilot that the image has been processed and the data stored. He then
accesses
a MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with
hundreds
of complex formulas. He uploads all of this data via an email on his
Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response.
Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report
on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and finally turns to
the
cowboy and says, "You have exactly 1586 cows and calves."
"That's right. Well, I guess you can take one
of my calves," says the cowboy. He watches the young man select one of
the animals and looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into the
trunk of
his car. Then the cowboy says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell
you
exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?"
The young man thinks about it for a second and then
says, "Okay, why not?"
"You're a consultant for the Republican Party." says the cowboy.
"Wow! That's correct," says the yuppie,
"but how did you guess that?"
"No guessing required." answered the
cowboy. "You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to
get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked;
and you
don't know anything about my business........ Now give me back my
dog." ""
suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him. The
driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses
and YSL
tie, leans out the window and asks the cowboy,
"If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves
you have in your herd, will you give me a calf?"
The cowboy looks at the man, obviously a yuppie,
then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "Sure,
Why
not?"
The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell
notebook computer, connects it to his AT&T cell phone, and surfs to a
NASA page on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite
navigation
system to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to
another
NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.
The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe
Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg,
Germany.
Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm
Pilot that the image has been processed and the data stored. He then
accesses
a MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with
hundreds
of complex formulas. He uploads all of this data via an email on his
Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response.
Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report
on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and finally turns to
the
cowboy and says, "You have exactly 1586 cows and calves."
"That's right. Well, I guess you can take one
of my calves," says the cowboy. He watches the young man select one of
the animals and looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into the
trunk of
his car. Then the cowboy says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell
you
exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?"
The young man thinks about it for a second and then
says, "Okay, why not?"
"You're a consultant for the Republican Party." says the cowboy.
"Wow! That's correct," says the yuppie,
"but how did you guess that?"
"No guessing required." answered the
cowboy. "You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to
get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked;
and you
don't know anything about my business........ Now give me back my
dog." ""