A lady from Missoula, Montana who was a tree hugger and an anti-hunter,
purchased a piece of timberland. There was a large tree on one of the
highest points in the tract. She wanted to get a good view of the natural
splendor of her land so she started to climb the big tree. As she neared the
top, she encountered a spotted owl that attacked her. In her haste to
escape, the lady slid down the tree to the ground and got many splinters in
her crotch.
In considerable pain, she hurried to the nearest country doctor. She
told him what an environmentalist and anti-hunter she was, and how she came
to get all the splinters. The doctor listened to her story with great
patience and then told her to go into the examining room and he would see if
he could help her.
She sat and waited for three hours before the doctor reappeared. The angry
lady demanded, "What took you so long?"
He smiled and then told her, "Well, I had to get permits from the
Environmental Protection Agency, the Forest Service, and the Bureau of Land
Management before I could remove old-growth timber from a recreational area
and I'm sorry, but they all turned me down."
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Nahmie
The law of intelligent tinkering: save all the parts.