belgareth
06-12-2003, 05:28 PM
A shepherd was herding his flock in a remote pasture when suddenly a
> brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him. The driver, a
>young man in an Armani suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL tie,
>leans out the window and asks the shepherd, \"If I tell you exactly how many
>sheep you have in your flock, will you give me one?\"
> The shepherd looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his
>peacefully grazing flock 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, 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-c olor, 150-page report on his hi-tech,
>miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and finally turns to the shepherd and says,
>\"You have exactly 1586 sheep.\"
>
> \"That\'s right. Well, I guess you can take one of my sheep.\" says the
>shepherd.
>
> 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 shepherd says to the young man, \"Hey, if I can tell you exactly
> what your business is, will you give me back my sheep?\"
>
> The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, \"Okay, why not?\"
>
> \"You\'re a consultant.\" says the shepherd.
>
> \"Wow! That\'s correct,\" says the yuppie, \"but how did you guess that?\"
>
> \"No guessing required.\" answered the shepherd. \"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 [bad word] about my
>business...
>
> \" ... Now give me back my dog.\"
> brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him. The driver, a
>young man in an Armani suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL tie,
>leans out the window and asks the shepherd, \"If I tell you exactly how many
>sheep you have in your flock, will you give me one?\"
> The shepherd looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his
>peacefully grazing flock 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, 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-c olor, 150-page report on his hi-tech,
>miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and finally turns to the shepherd and says,
>\"You have exactly 1586 sheep.\"
>
> \"That\'s right. Well, I guess you can take one of my sheep.\" says the
>shepherd.
>
> 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 shepherd says to the young man, \"Hey, if I can tell you exactly
> what your business is, will you give me back my sheep?\"
>
> The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, \"Okay, why not?\"
>
> \"You\'re a consultant.\" says the shepherd.
>
> \"Wow! That\'s correct,\" says the yuppie, \"but how did you guess that?\"
>
> \"No guessing required.\" answered the shepherd. \"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 [bad word] about my
>business...
>
> \" ... Now give me back my dog.\"