There was an
industrialist whose production genealogy inexplicably breaks strike, costing
him zillions per day. He eventually tracks land an skilful who takes out a
screwdriver, turns one propellor, and then - as the works cranks place to life
- presents a bill for £10,000.
Affronted, the works
owner demands an itemised writing. The good is prosperous to cause: "For
turn a propeller: £1. For knowing which propellor to lose: £9,999."
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