The man flying in the balloon realized suddenly that he was lost. He measured the height of the flight and saw a woman below. He descended even lower and shouted to her:
- Excuse me, can you help me? I promised my friend that I would reach him in an hour, but I don't know where I am anymore.
The woman replied:
- You are in a balloon filled with hot air, hovering around the ground. You are between forty and forty-first degrees north latitude, and between fifty-nine and sixty degrees west longitude.
- Are you an engineer? Said the man from the balloon.
- Yes - replied the woman - and how do you know?
"Well," said the balloonist, "everything you said is factually and professionally true, but I still have no idea what to do with all this information, and the facts are that I am lost." Honestly, you didn't help me at all, and basically, even because of you I'm even late.
- And you are definitely the director of the department! the woman replied.
- Incredible. I am actually a department director. How do you know?
Well, you don't know where you are. You don't know where you're headed. You have achieved this position by using a lot of air, you have made a promise that you cannot keep. You expect the people below to solve your problems for you. Otherwise,
the facts are that you are still in exactly the same situation that you moved yourself into, but you think it's my fault ...
Russia. An engineer concerned about the small iron supplies goes to the border with Europe, and there the railroad tracks. He looks, he liked it. So he goes to Cara:
- They have railroads in Europe! This is a luxury! Well, but at the border with us, the tracks are broken! Maybe we would also make such tracks? - says the engineer.
- Okay, make a railroad if you think so. the Tsar replied.
- What should I do? Wider? Or maybe the same? the engineer asked.
- And the fucking wider !?
Well, as the Tsar said, the engineer made tracks fifteen centimeters wider than in Europe.
Engineers: mechanic, chemist and computer scientist are driving in one car. Suddenly, the engine hisses, hums, the engine cuts out, the car stops.
"It's the engine thing," the mechanic says.
- I think the fuel is of poor quality - says the chemist.
- Let's get off and get in, maybe it will help - says the computer scientist.