Hits the nail directly on the head, most of the Co
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Posted On: 06/07/2025 10:50:25 AM
Re: postal lady #126642
Hits the nail directly on the head, most of the Consultants haven't a clue of everyday Americans finances, I'll take common sense over a computer anytime.
Once upon a time, there was a farmer with an enormous flock of sheep. It was so large that no outsider could possibly count them all. But of course, the farmer knew exactly how many he had.
One day, he was moving his flock from one pasture to another when suddenly—clouds of dust, the roar of an engine—a big black SUV tore down the dirt road toward him. A man stuck his head out the window. “Hey there!” he called. “That’s quite a flock you’ve got.
Want to make a bet? I’ll tell you exactly how many sheep you have. If I’m right, you give me one.” The farmer raised an eyebrow. “Alright,” he said. “But how exactly are you going to do that?”
“Oh, I’ve got this down,” said the man, climbing out of the SUV. “First, I’m pulling out my laptop—the latest model, perfect for this kind of task. Then I connect to the internet via satellite. Using GPS, I pinpoint our exact location.” “Okay…” the farmer muttered, intrigued.
“Next, I ping a NASA satellite to scan the area. High-res imaging. I send the image to a lab up in Massachusetts. See? They just emailed me back—data confirmed and stored in their system.”
The farmer was speechless.
“Now I run the numbers through an advanced orbital sheep-recognition algorithm. Just give it a second… Boom! There it is. You’ve got exactly 1,861 sheep. Am I right?” The farmer nodded silently.
Grinning, the man grabbed one of the animals—who looked absolutely stunned—and shoved it into the back of his SUV. The farmer, still calm, said: “Hold up. Wanna play again?
I’ll guess your profession—and what’s coming next for you. If I’m right, you give me my sheep back.” The man smirked. “Alright, shoot. What’s my job?”
“You’re a business consultant,” the farmer replied. The man blinked. “Okay… yeah, that’s right. How’d you know? And what’s this prediction?”
“You showed up uninvited, used a bunch of over complicated tech to tell me something I already knew, expected to get paid for it, and clearly don’t understand my line of work. My prediction? You’re about to embarrass yourself.” Before the man could respond, the farmer added:
“Now give me back my dog.”
Once upon a time, there was a farmer with an enormous flock of sheep. It was so large that no outsider could possibly count them all. But of course, the farmer knew exactly how many he had.
One day, he was moving his flock from one pasture to another when suddenly—clouds of dust, the roar of an engine—a big black SUV tore down the dirt road toward him. A man stuck his head out the window. “Hey there!” he called. “That’s quite a flock you’ve got.
Want to make a bet? I’ll tell you exactly how many sheep you have. If I’m right, you give me one.” The farmer raised an eyebrow. “Alright,” he said. “But how exactly are you going to do that?”
“Oh, I’ve got this down,” said the man, climbing out of the SUV. “First, I’m pulling out my laptop—the latest model, perfect for this kind of task. Then I connect to the internet via satellite. Using GPS, I pinpoint our exact location.” “Okay…” the farmer muttered, intrigued.
“Next, I ping a NASA satellite to scan the area. High-res imaging. I send the image to a lab up in Massachusetts. See? They just emailed me back—data confirmed and stored in their system.”
The farmer was speechless.
“Now I run the numbers through an advanced orbital sheep-recognition algorithm. Just give it a second… Boom! There it is. You’ve got exactly 1,861 sheep. Am I right?” The farmer nodded silently.
Grinning, the man grabbed one of the animals—who looked absolutely stunned—and shoved it into the back of his SUV. The farmer, still calm, said: “Hold up. Wanna play again?
I’ll guess your profession—and what’s coming next for you. If I’m right, you give me my sheep back.” The man smirked. “Alright, shoot. What’s my job?”
“You’re a business consultant,” the farmer replied. The man blinked. “Okay… yeah, that’s right. How’d you know? And what’s this prediction?”
“You showed up uninvited, used a bunch of over complicated tech to tell me something I already knew, expected to get paid for it, and clearly don’t understand my line of work. My prediction? You’re about to embarrass yourself.” Before the man could respond, the farmer added:
“Now give me back my dog.”
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