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
> 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 ca r, 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 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 mere seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot
> that the image has
> been processed and the data is 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 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.