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HUMOR: Real Intelligence
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Sharalee M. Field)
Thu Jan 6 10:49:05 2000
Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2000 10:46:23 -0500
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From: "Sharalee M. Field" <sharalee_field@harvard.edu>
>From: "Gingras, Jack (GEAE)" <jack.gingras@ae.ge.com>
>Subject: Real Intelligence
>Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2000 10:26:09 -0500
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>> A butcher in his shop, and he's real busy, and he notices a dog in the
>> shop. He shoos him away. But later, he notices the dog is back again. So
>> he goes over to the dog, and notices he has a note in his mouth. He takes
>> the note, and it reads 'Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please.'
>> The dog has money in his mouth, as well. The butcher looks inside and,
>> lo and behold, there is a ten dollar bill there. So he takes the money,
>> and puts the sausages and lamb in a bag, placing it in the dog's mouth.
>> The butcher is well impressed, and since it's close to closing time, he
>> decides to shut up shop and follow the dog. So off he goes. The dog is
>> walking down the street, when he comes to a street light. The dog puts
>> down the bag, jumps up and presses the button. Then he waits patiently,
>> bag in mouth, for the lights to turn. They do, and he walks across the
>> road, with the butcher following him all the way. The dog then comes to a
>> bus stop, and starts looking at the timetable. The butcher is in awe at
>> this stage. The dog checks out the times, and then sits on one of the
>> seats provided. Along comes a bus. The dog walks around to the front,
>> looks at the number, and goes back to his seat. Another bus comes. Again
>> the dog goes and looks at the number, notices it's the right bus, and
>> climbs on. The butcher, by now open-mouthed, follows him onto the bus.
>> The bus travels through the town and out into the suburbs, the dog
>> looking at the scenery. Eventually he gets up, and moves to the front of
>> the bus. He stands on 2 back paws and pushes the button to stop the bus.
>> Then he gets off, his groceries still in his mouth. Well, dog and
>> butcher are walking along the road, and then the dog turns into a house.
>> He walks up the path, and drops the groceries on the step. Then he walks
>> back down the path, takes a big run, and throws himself -Whap!- against
>> the door. He goes back down the path, runs up to the door and -Whap!-
>> throws himself against it again. There's no answer at the house, so the
>> dog goes back around to the back of the house, jumps up on a narrow
>> wall, and walks along the perimeter of the garden. He gets to the
>> window, and beats his head against it several times, walks back, jumps
>> off, and waits at the door. The butcher watches as a big guy opens the
>> door, and starts laying into the dog. hitting him and swearing at him.
>> The butcher runs up, and stops the guy. 'What the hell are you doing ?
>> The dog is a genius. He could be on TV, for God's sake !', to which the
>> guy responds 'genius, my ass. This is the second time this week that
>> he's forgotten his key.'
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