Post by jofromoz on Sept 29, 2008 3:02:20 GMT
> A Queensland jackeroo is overseeing his herd in remote territory
> when suddenly a brand-new BMW advances out of a dust cloud towards him. The
> driver, a young man in a designer 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 jackaroo 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 Cingular RAZR V3 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 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 1,586
> 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 work for the Australian Government', says the Jackeroo.
>
> 'Wow! That's correct,' says the yuppie, 'but how did you guess
> that?'
>
> 'No guessing required.' answered the jackeroo. '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. You used all kinds of expensive
> equipment that clearly somebody else paid for, You tried to show me how much
> smarter than me you are; and you don't know a thing about cows .. this is a
> herd of sheep. Now give me back my dog.'
> when suddenly a brand-new BMW advances out of a dust cloud towards him. The
> driver, a young man in a designer 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 jackaroo 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 Cingular RAZR V3 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 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 1,586
> 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 work for the Australian Government', says the Jackeroo.
>
> 'Wow! That's correct,' says the yuppie, 'but how did you guess
> that?'
>
> 'No guessing required.' answered the jackeroo. '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. You used all kinds of expensive
> equipment that clearly somebody else paid for, You tried to show me how much
> smarter than me you are; and you don't know a thing about cows .. this is a
> herd of sheep. Now give me back my dog.'
