A story I like to share: An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow-fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Mexican replied - “Only a little while.” The American then asked - “Why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?” The Mexican said that he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs. The American then asked - “But what do you do with the rest of your time?” The Mexican fisherman said - “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife and then each evening I stroll into the village where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos - I have a full and busy life.” The American scoffed - “I am a Harvard MBA and CFA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing. With the proceeds you could buy a bigger boat and then several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you could sell directly to the processor and eventually open your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small fishing village and move to Mexico City - then L.A. and eventually New York City where you would run your expanding enterprise.”The fisherman asked - “But how long will this all take?” - to which the American replied - “15 to 20 years.” “But what then?” “That’s the best part - when the time is right, you would announce an IPO and sell your company’s stock to the public - and become very rich - you would make millions.” “Then what?” “Then you would retire and move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your grand kids, take a siesta with your wife, stroll into the village in the evening where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.” The fishman replied “but by then wouldn’t my wife have already left me and my grown children would all hate me ?”
That’s a true story. And it continues… The American investment banker later returned to his resort hotel room to find all his possessions had been stolen. Such is life in Mexico. The thieves took everything except their tooth brushes and their camera film. The banker and his wife agreed that it was nice of them to leave these trivial items since they had no value to the thieves. When they returned to America, they developed the film only to find pictures of the thieves’ butts. Poking out of their dark stars were the tooth brushes. True story.
Alternatively, the Mexican fisherman developed a really bad cold. The American was outtathere before you could say oink piggy oink body bag.
Good story, but old…and that last part about his wife leaving him etc is a dumb add-on. It totally takes away from the subtle humour of the story, but that’s why the American “The Office” isn’t as good as the UK version. Also - I hope your email isn’t also “macrie69,” because it means either a) you’re too immature to know when to use an appropriate address, or b) that you were born in 1969; either way, I’d never hire you. Sounds like somebody (me) has a case of the Mondays!
Why would I use my email as my screen name? Besides the maturity of my screen name is perferct for this forum.
I’ll give this guy a +1 for the smart @ss ending.
And with that, AF has officailly become Sunday School…
L3 Buckaroo, sounds like you are getting ready for an age discrimination lawsuit.
I thought it was funnier when I read it the first time on a sign in a Jimmy Johns, although I’m sure it predates JJs.
trek7000 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > L3 Buckaroo, sounds like you are getting ready for > an age discrimination lawsuit. Ha, hardly - I was born after The The became “retro.”