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A Smart Cowboy
A cowboy named Bud was overseeing his herd in a
> remote mountainous pasture in California 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, RayBan sunglasses and a 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?'
>
> Bud 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
> BLUETOOTH cell phone, and surfs to a NASA page
> on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS
> satellite 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 Bud.
>
> 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 Bud 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 Congressman for the U.S.Government',
> says Bud.
>
> '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. 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.
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