The ringer and the suit
A jackaroo is overseeing his mob in the remote territory when a brand new black BMW cruises out of a dust cloud towards him.
The driver, a
young man in a designer suit, Gucci shoes, Rolex watch and expensive tie. Leans out of the window and asks the ringer, ‘If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves are in your mob, will you give me a calf?’
The ringer looks at the high-class man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his mob grazing peacefully and answers ‘yeah sure, why not.’
The Yuppie parks his Beemer, whips out his Dell notebook, connects it to his Razor V3 mobile and surfs to a NASA page where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system to get an exact fix on his location.
He then feeds that to a NASA satellite that scans the area for 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 saying the image has been processed and the data stored. He then accesses an MS-SQL database through an ODBC-connected Excel spreadsheet with an email through his Blackberry and, after a few minutes receives a response.
Finally he prints out a full colour, 89 page report on his hi-tech, miniaturised HP laser Jet printer and turns back to the ringer announcing, ‘You have exactly 1586 cows and calves’.
The ringer says, ‘That’s right. So I guess you can take one.
He watches the
young man select one of the animals and looks on bemused as he stuffs it into the boot of his flash new car.
Then the ringer says to him’ Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will it give me my calf back’?
The
young man thinks about the deal for a moment then agrees.
‘You work for the government,’ says the ringer. ‘Wow, that’s 100 percent correct’, says the yuppie. ‘But how did you guess that?’
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Well,’ says the ringer, ‘you showed up here even though nobody called you. You want to get paid for an answer I already knew to the question I never asked. You tried to show me how much smarter than me you are and you don’t know a thing about cows because this is a mob of sheep!
Now give me back my dog!
Courtesy of Harley out of Bulgannia Station, and OutBack magazine.
LOL
Regards
Kim