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Blame the engineer
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Blame the engineer

A friend e-mailed this to me earlier today. It seems to be fairly on point and funny besides.

A man in a hot air balloon realized he was lost.

He reduced altitude and spotted a woman below. He descended

a bit more and shouted, Hello, can you help me? I promised

a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don’t know

where I am.

The woman on the ground called up, You’re in a hot air

balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground.

You’re between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude and between

59 and 60 degrees west longitude.

You must be an Engineer, said the balloonist.

I am, replied the woman. How did you know?

Well, answered the balloonist, everything you told me

is, probably, technically correct, but I have no idea what

to do with your information, and the fact, is I’m still

lost. Frankly, you haven’t been much help to me at all.

If anything, you’ve delayed my trip.

The woman below responded, You must be in Management.

I am, replied the balloonist, but how did you know?

Well, said the woman, you don’t know where you are or

where you’re going. You have risen to where you are due to

a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise that you

have no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you

to solve your problems. The fact is, you are in exactly the

same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow,

it’s my fault.

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